her father cries when she plays him guitar
i find i can't take my eyes off of her
watching her perfect hands, knobby like the knees
of the strongest horse;
with tendons that reach towards you
while i lay on the floor- a little drunk,
a little unstable
undeserving of her being perched
on the living room couch,
snickering while i mumble about the animals i saw last night on our planet.
i tell her how at work i know a man named damien-
the same name as that singer i played her in the car
with freckles scattered across his face, i tell her the way he breathes
reminds me of a stallion
but his body is as graceful as men who eat their bologna sandwiches in the sun outside of the warehouse near the train station.
and she laughs because i'm really not making any sense
and i think i love her
or maybe i'm in love with the way i believe her when she tells me she understands.
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inadequate love✔
Poetrysometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you...
