the applause in your eyes
gets louder as you
look away, you, the
cardiac kleptomaniac
taking my heartbeats with
your gaze.
but i must say that
there's somewhere i'd rather be
when your eyes start to take
my heartbeats literally;
groaning voices in my head. littering
groundless passion, consuming
variations of my
endlessness and your
endlessness and here we are,
going in circles again.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
