Your Eyes.

Lost my dignity. At your feet I begged for you to stay. Pathetically worn.
Your heart hardened never a second thought.
When you did that once, mine sank, ready to embrace. Unbearable.
That pair of deadpanned eyes staring right back.
My love, I could feel your wrath, I could sense your hatred. They rippled on.
That freshly trimmed bangs and new shaven burns, out of reach.
I grabbed she pulled. I shoved she pushed. I hit she drew.
This is the last stoke to the boiler.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
That scent of seething anger musk over a vow of forever.
I am sorry for making you hate me.
If only I was your lover worthy of a whisper.


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