Sunday, February 28, 2016

You Smiled With The Grace Of A Teardrop

You Smiled With The Grace Of A Teardrop


Which Fell Down Your Cheek When You Cried



Both Equally Frightening And Beautiful


And I Watched You



You Kissed With The Force Of A Punch In The Face


Which You Received Every Night From Your Father



Each The Only Affection You’d Ever Known


And I Watched You



You Sat Down With The Tranquility Of A Thunderstorm


Which Interrupted Your Dreams Of A Future



Both Actions Just As Comforting


And I Watched You



You Drew A Line In Your Flesh


With A Knife As Sharp As The Words



Which Made The Scars On Your Soul


Both The Same Terror And Hurt



And I Watched You


You Cried Out With The Intensity Of A Breath



So Immediate And Reflexive


Both Holding The Same Note On Your Lips



And I Watched You


You Fell To The Ground



With The Weight Of Laughter


Dead And On Deaf Ears



Each Scaring And Astounding Me


And I Watched You



You Stared Up With The Blankness Of A Mosaic


Seemingly Whole But Still Shattered



Each A Tiny Shard Of Glass In The Mirror Of Life


And I Watched You



You Touched Me With The Gentleness Of A Viper


Your Grip Smooth And Fatal



The Marks Left On My Skin Only


Fractions Of The Poison Left In Me



And I Watched You


You Released With The Leisure Of A Blink



So Long And Yet So Quickly Gone


Both Believing Never To Be Remembered By Those



Who Have Experienced Your Presence


And I Followed You

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