these comments you make are the veritable
pitfall
of my existence
which lately has been housed solely in my heart
and its beatings.
I know this is what passed
and that there shall be more that will come to pass
but my eyes wish that they were blind,
-no, actually
my soul wishes
my heart lingers
with the hope that it wont beat twice too fast
when I read what you wrote on the eyelids of other girls you kissed
long ago