you were the bars on the subways
& the lines suddenly snapped.
In pitch darkness
[I thought you were right beside me]
hollowed eyes scream in my mind
the red glares chill down my spine
searching in black never did good;
[who ever knew i would miss shifty eyes and the rotation of your head]
and yes, it was true-
sparks once flew
into distant conversations
and expensive phone bills,
considering i was the only voice on the receiver.
the scent of sour subways
at 3 a.m in the morning
was just too much.
especially you watched me on the other side
with my hands cupping my face.
so much for electrifying,
so much for you.
too much, honestly.
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i'm back, & writing crap.
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