you dress like you should be on tv
there's a sort of sustained class
with electric colours and a wild trip
in your wind whipped hair and sundae dipped lip
you smell like a million bucks
like mountains and trees and limousines and champagne all at once
you smelled of home when you let down your fronts
your eyes are dark and brown and deep
and i'm used to watching you fall asleep
but last night i watched myself get lost in them
and i watched you find a way out of mine
so i will watch you fall out of love with me
the way you will watch me fall in love with you
and if nothing else i say is true,
when we meet next,
try to forget you knew
my eye's every hue
and maybe then you'll have a chance
with some body new.
YOU ARE READING
midnight // love poems
Poetryi'm trying to get over you. it should be easy, we never talk. but damn, in my dreams we do. || c o l l e c t i o n o f p o e m s ||
