Monday, April 3, 2017

You and I / Me and You

How is it that
my heart melts
like ice cubes
in a microwave
at your
cosmopolitan demeanor

weakening my knees
and tilt shifting
my whole world
but you

a bright
crimson smudge
on a greyscale
concrete landscape

and I,
from the sidelines
die,
and I die,
and I die some more
as you go on
living your
synthetic dreams

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