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Your Eyes Are Wicked Mirrors Showing Your Worst Intentions
Prose Poetry
Did you think I was too close not to see the way your gaze shifted? No longer did I see in you the spark of affection — but your eyes grew gray like the muted headstones left in the graveyard you kept.
I should have run I should have run I should have run
Did you think I didn’t notice how hunger laced your movements — like you’d become the predator in our relationship? I waited for you to hold me like you once did, but gentleness fled while your hands sought to capture me in a locked grip.
Where did the love go where did the love go tell me where did the love go
Did you think it was just a matter of time before I folded? Maybe I was the bird you sought to save after snapping my wings and making me cry for you, just you, to take the pain away.
Why did I trust you why did I trust you why the hell did I trust you
Did you think you’d break me down to my marrow? Well, I’m still standing, honey, no matter how bruised and bloodied you make me.
I’m smiling through my tears tears tears
Did you think I’d go down without a fight? Then let’s go, let’s dance one last time, and see where it leaves us.
