Perhaps it’s the way

Perhaps it’s the way I turn the light off when I leave

Assuming someone else will turn it back on for me


That shows that my light

Will never meet another’s


Perhaps it’s the way my invisible scent

Flows through the building

And greets others with a smile


That makes them look up

And compels me to look away

So as to avoid their stares


Perhaps it’s the way

 I always walk away


That leaves me panting with the

Effort of restraining others

To make them stay


Perhaps it’s the way

My eyes bleed

When they meet beauty

And my breath stops

When it meets the wind

That makes me cringe for the whiplash

Of falling for others



February 18th


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Cora says:

    Thank you!


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