Blue Jeaned Hurricane
I'm sipping moonshine with the words you left me.
Trying to understand why the stars look like hazel eyed explosions; why your fingers left stains of irony around my throat.
I guess I couldn't love you, the way you love a tragic ending.
I could never dream, the way you run.
I'll never be more
..than your blue-jeaned hurricane-
Coming undone.
-James Kelley
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2018
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