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It's sad up in there.
In those eyes that I saw
for a little while.
What comes out of them when you're alone?
Yours are different from eachother,
just like mine.
Uneven.
But each, separately, carries the same beauty.
I wonder why that is.
I wonder how that can be.
The two sides of you could not match.
You question yourself,
just like me.
Such sad beauty.
I wonder if you know that it is there for us to see.

Poison Ivy

Spined up itching
annual feast
hidden, then snare
watery eyes crazed
sleeplessness
unfolding
annointed with evil oils
pretty edging for pulling
smile despite
the red

Lovesmelovesmenot

I didn't realize that the chance was there until it was gone.
It took itself away from me, right when it discovered me.
We both think that we knew.
but nothing troubled us enough to continue.
next time
I won't miss that petal.