The Watermarks Across My Skin #32

When I look at you

I do not see anything romantic;

No reckless gleam in your eyes,

No fickle lies, nothing that runs

Fleetingly out of our stolen conversations

Like blind words or spilled ink.

I do not see the paths we have carelessly thrown to pieces,

All the time-tricks and times-spent

Holding onto things too fragile to stand on their own.

I only see the darkness that you’ve

Known, will know, have always known

In me.

We may radiate and turn like planet belts and

You may believe in all the things we’ve been told since we were young,

But I do not, cannot, anymore;

We are not, cannot be, young anymore,

And there has been too much to forget it all in your arms again.

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