I could look at you
till my eyes melt
like Hiroshima
dissolve in their sockets
drip down my crimson cheeks
my black jacket splattered
I try to brush it off
but it doesn’t matter
because I can’t see you
not seeing me.
I could think of you
till my brain bursts
like Pulp Fiction
a clean up job
weighing down my heavy shoulders
my black jacket splattered
I try to brush it off
but it doesn’t matter
because I can’t think about
you not thinking of me.
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