polka dots

a world away I thought

I saw things from your eyes

what you said about

‘how they’r eyes were glazed’ 

a world away a distance in our

minds now


how shadows fill the frame

crisp fingernails curling back the

picture to see truth from a truer name

my sepia past has changed to reveal

the potholes and the pockmarks of the pages

those heavy crowns of ego painted gold to

hide insecurities. There’s a method in your

madness a reason for the bitter in your voice

I’ve discovered the bad notes of a song

and I can’t hear it anymore.





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