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Danny Castellano Poem
let me try and paint a picture for you
she walks in and the room responds immediately, her presence demands recognition, it refuses to fade into the background. everything from the tone and volume of her voice to the carefully practiced shake of her hips when she walks by indicates confidence and something like grace.
she's the main attraction she's what everyone came to see even if they don't know it yet, especially if they don't no it yet.
she found me in the shadows of lifes back door comfortably dwelling in indescion and uncertainty.
she brought me into her light and I thrived, so high that I was almost afraid that the fall would kill me, but she swore that I wouldn't drop, that she would not allow it.
we flew together for months never worrying about what would come next but behind that light lives darkness inside of her as it is inside of me. I couldn't believe it the first time it peaked from behind her eyes, it simply could not be, so I pushed away the notion and flew on never noticing the constant gradual descent taking place.
my darkness met hers that day and multiplied we went from the clouds to the ground so fast that I didn't believe we were no longer flying.
but she could see the truth of our situation she tried to force reality before my eyes but I stubbornly refused to accept
and so she left me there in that crater caused by the impact
I'm still clawing my way out of that crater
rock by rock
inch by inch
one day at a time.
Copyright © Danny Castellano | Year Posted 2017
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Danny Castellano Poem
Another day another disappointment.
we both use each other so why should I be mad?
it's simply because I'm selfish as shit decidedly self obsessed, you're supposed to love me! that's what I need it doesn't matter what you need.
I'm so delusional I probably only love you because I can't ever actually have you. You don't love me because you can have me in a second, you could have me at the drop of habit.
even now as my phone lights up at the foot of my bed I almost break my neck to check if that text came from you.
it didn't.
of course it didn't.
Copyright © Danny Castellano | Year Posted 2017
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