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Otis
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He was all coffee-tasting lips,
like his sepia colored deep-set eyes
punk band shirt under formal jackets,
mild scruff with a shy dimpled grin,
and that known chivalry you read
about in old classics.
One day,
he would
pick out pebbles
on the sidewalk,
and utter something damning
about the futile waste of humanity.
Then at the same breath,
he’d say that humans are indeed
fortunate to live a thousand lives.
His mind is a labyrinth,
a tiring maze that shakes my soul.
It’s like reading a book,
but with missing pages.
And each time I finish a chapter,
I become more curious.
I hated that.
To stand two steps away from him,
and be bothered
by the thought of subjugation.
I felt like there’s a set of keys,
dangling on his hips.
And on each key he uses,
he opens a door to my hiding place.
I didn’t mean to leave
my fingerprints around,
but it was like the crime
had already been done.
And then eventually,
all of my dreams
became all about him,
and the words I write
were his many masks.
I’d close my eyes,
but he’d be earning
the last thought
I keep before I sleep,
smiling like fool.
♥
~~~°~~~
He was all coffee-tasting lips,
like his sepia colored deep-set eyes
punk band shirt under formal jackets,
mild scruff with a shy dimpled grin,
and that known chivalry you read
about in old classics.
One day,
he would
pick out pebbles
on the sidewalk,
and utter something damning
about the futile waste of humanity.
Then at the same breath,
he’d say that humans are indeed
fortunate to live a thousand lives.
His mind is a labyrinth,
a tiring maze that shakes my soul.
It’s like reading a book,
but with missing pages.
And each time I finish a chapter,
I become more curious.
I hated that.
To stand two steps away from him,
and be bothered
by the thought of subjugation.
I felt like there’s a set of keys,
dangling on his hips.
And on each key he uses,
he opens a door to my hiding place.
I didn’t mean to leave
my fingerprints around,
but it was like the crime
had already been done.
And then eventually,
all of my dreams
became all about him,
and the words I write
were his many masks.
I’d close my eyes,
but he’d be earning
the last thought
I keep before I sleep,
smiling like fool.
♥
~~~°~~~
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