lunacy
2.12.2018
the moon hangs, lazy,
softly, over the snow caps
and your breath makes mist.
cool vapor changes
into harsher words; frostbite
full of vitriol.
rip the rib cage, force
it open like an icebox-
icicles of red.
ruby-coated grief,
veiled soft by lips
that smile trenchant.
what hangs between us?
hands that never meet, gestures
devoid of substance.
courage slips through like
water in a broken cup;
drip, drop-drip-drop. stop.
you do not see me.
what am i to your cold eyes?
it drives me crazy.
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2.12.2018 at 3:40:24
Yeah, I do enjoy this 1 really any regular night you want people to be open to you.
Still it’s the little things that make it seem full or a shallow when it comes to substance.
But sometimes dismissive eye contact is a little bit of a tell maybe that person’s shy or maybe, just lost himself.
We all go crazy with that though, being honest/real is an important aspect of friendship and if it’s not there.
Well… what is?
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