Green eyes flicker
like forests too
deep beneath black
hair confuses me.
House swaying and
City (so bright!) in
shudders of light - a
patchwork of disco-floors
and bright beetles
Too still! (he stared)
through youth
music too old to not be
loaded with implications
(wrong!) for now.
A small dog
scattered across the floor.
Green eyes
I wanted (wrong!)
This city I wanted too… Collect
balconies crumbled in
my pocket, a body
to smash them
to pieces where I lay
(Green eyes) I wanted…
(Breathe) through
falling stars the
grape vines dropped
shadows over echoes
I stood in
Vodka bottles
(half empty) leaving
guitars half strung for
green eyes (wrong!)
An empty home.
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