I cannot help but stare, even though it’s too late.
The tears have fallen, and the breath has collapsed
in my lungs because your skin - hazelnut
cream swirl of sensational beauty
glistening – is all I can think about.
The next few steps I take are part of the effort
I refused to give you. For that reason alone, I am unbalanced,
begging forgiveness. I imagine a bum sleeping beside garbage
sweating addiction like me at a loss for your touch.
Your scent – caramel swizzle peppermint – leaves me
paralyzed. I know you are probably waiting for the L train now,
five minutes and inches of rain away from Chestnut.
Without fear, you wait, unaware and ignorant to me.
You must know the power you have in your perfectly curved
shoulders, your Mona Lisa dimples, your love,
and my audacity to ignore it all.
You’ve arrived at last and now you see me.
You can’t help but stare at my dead body:
sweet strawberries and milk beneath your feet.
Author Bio:
I am a Penn State University sophomore, majoring in Journalism and minoring in Comparative Literature. I have been writing since I was very little and love to write about personal experiences and realities of the world that people ignore or refuse to speak the truth about. I appreciate the views and voices of men and women who are strong, independent, and who create work that inspires others to indulge in their talents. I appreciate effective criticism 100% and hope that my work may be acknowledged.
The tears have fallen, and the breath has collapsed
in my lungs because your skin - hazelnut
cream swirl of sensational beauty
glistening – is all I can think about.
The next few steps I take are part of the effort
I refused to give you. For that reason alone, I am unbalanced,
begging forgiveness. I imagine a bum sleeping beside garbage
sweating addiction like me at a loss for your touch.
Your scent – caramel swizzle peppermint – leaves me
paralyzed. I know you are probably waiting for the L train now,
five minutes and inches of rain away from Chestnut.
Without fear, you wait, unaware and ignorant to me.
You must know the power you have in your perfectly curved
shoulders, your Mona Lisa dimples, your love,
and my audacity to ignore it all.
You’ve arrived at last and now you see me.
You can’t help but stare at my dead body:
sweet strawberries and milk beneath your feet.
Author Bio:
I am a Penn State University sophomore, majoring in Journalism and minoring in Comparative Literature. I have been writing since I was very little and love to write about personal experiences and realities of the world that people ignore or refuse to speak the truth about. I appreciate the views and voices of men and women who are strong, independent, and who create work that inspires others to indulge in their talents. I appreciate effective criticism 100% and hope that my work may be acknowledged.
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