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Start
a riot
the size
of your name,
call it a blessing in disguise,
begging to be counted on.
Your faith has fluttered like guitar strings
with every glance
aimed at the noun
that general consensus
tells you that you're missing.
And I,
acting as you-
with no self deprivation,
can attest to the disgust that swims in your mouth
when your cheeks turn red
and you wish
that you could place a bet on this pale horse.
I’ve seen far too many lungs collapse like trees
To let your breath be wasted on me.
It would be as tragic as forgotten funerals
If your morphine lips
Were to find a home in this vacuous dementia.
I’ve gotten mean looks from angels
That spend their hours plucking romantic fantasies
From overgrown child issues,
But that aint enough to hold back a fervent warrior’s
Caring catharsis.
We fold ourselves inside out pop up books
In the hope that someone will take the time to see us for what we could be
But now there are too many possibilities of
An introspective love triangle
And not enough for a one on one with you.
A second guess turned into a first chance
when you chose to give me a few moments
of your graceful day
to let me know that it's okay to smile.
I'll oblige your delicate words,
and maybe next time I'll think of a better response
to your self indulged introduction
than,
"That's a pretty name."