I’m going to tell you a story
About the day you stopped seeing me
Do you know what it’s like
To be invisible?
Do you know what it’s like to open your heart to someone
who is afraid of blood?
Your ambivalent breath confuses me
So I take matters into my own… thoughts
And I see you fade.
Yet, here I am…
I am the collector of promises you haven’t shared with me yet
And just like roadway tree branches
Trying to join the sun
Pleading
I was unable to reach you
Your ridiculous attempt to assuage my anger by throwing a lit match into that darkness
Yet, here I am…
You hand me a cup of tea
It turns cold as my fingers touch it
And I wonder…
What kind of sick game is this?
Mj Blasco
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