you are.
you just are, and you remain that distant
from me
and my silly ideals of hope
and lust/love.
you stay that far
from
my broken heart and
my bruised bones,
elusive as you are.
you.
your eyes frame softly
where
your jaw juts at
a poor mans angle.
i.
i would think you
came for
me.
but now,
i dont even remember
the words of the song
i
wrote for you.
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