Untitled...For Now
‘my eyes
with a film over them
clouding them with
iridescent shapes of
you’
I'm reading this again...
probably not the best thing
for me to read at this moment.
sending off...hmm?
do you still feel the same?
a ramble of unpoetic lines
shoved together haphazardly
if the power of words can kill
then
I’m butchering a pig—
—blood as virtual ink!
…pathetic
not poetic…
comparing my ‘poetry’
to yours
my UNpoetry
yet,
you say—
—you claim to love it
sending off—
—do you still feel the same?
‘my eyes’
-coming ‘round full circle-
‘with a film over them’
—just incase—
you’ve forgotten
[my eyes
with a film over them
clouding them with
iridescent shapes of
you]
‘clouding them with’
-repeated-
‘iridescent shapes of’
—not quite—
‘you’
sending off—
—do you still feel the same?
do you
still
feel the same?
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