The Watermarks Across My Skin #36

You walk the way I’ve always wanted to but that just

Doesn’t mean I can stay here.

I see you in the oceans I see you drifting and

It’s a lot for me sitting here staring at the graffiti

Littering the floorboards and I don’t think

You can see it, I don’t think the lighting hovering over

Your eyes lets you.

Breathe.

I wrote a letter to Frank O’Hara explaining myself,

But you’re too bold to read it.

Just take a look inside.

Personally, I’m worried about your sanity

You have too much of it.

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