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Going through an epic trough of writer's block right now, so kinda just had to get something on paper. Hopefully these will get better.

beautiful women are invisible

i'm not a teenager in love, i'm no longer the martyr
sovereignly married to some identity while my final breaths exit me
and blood runs down my leg. this time i'm feeling my body frantically,
hoping somewhere there's an entry wound, while knowing full well i'm
unfair for blaming her. i couldn't let her in,
let alone her bullet.

i'm not a teenager in love; i can't die anymore for the idea of love.
nor can i return reincarnate as the orchids in her kitchen,
the water cascading in her dreams, the sunlight belying her eyes,
bursting out in beams. as a young girl, i know she spent those high school years
gossiping with her friends, wondering who would ask her to the dance,
musing whether being the queen to somebody's king
meant anything to anybody else.

it probably did, and probably still does to some.
but today i walked alone in the snow to the bus
with an awful winter wind breaking my back
and snowflakes hitting like shrapnel.
she briefly flashed before my eyes, though i couldn't make out her face,
couldn't be sure it was really her. i knew then that i am no longer
a teenager in love, because i saw that all along
she was invisible -
like some vague concept or ideology that couldn't even convert a drunk at a bar,
but somehow converted me.
here, My Dear, here it is
#2
if these get better then were in for a real treat! this is beautiful.
havent read any of your work since about 2011 and im glad to see you posting here still!


keep up the great work!
#3
Quote by Dillon_Kennedy
if these get better then were in for a real treat! this is beautiful.
havent read any of your work since about 2011 and im glad to see you posting here still!


keep up the great work!


+1, always enjoy reading this sort of thing. I'll be looking out for more of your posts. This is absolutely great!