Like A Blind Man
This is the picture of happiness
pale, stretched skin
over sunken cheek bones
another argument erupting
please just leave me alone
Don't sit here
Don't touch that
conversing through a door,
like a blind man discovering Braille
emotions can shatter
it also can impale
cut to the chase
destroy the sanctity of this place
this little claustrophobic world
reflected on this face
double standards
without much candor
memories fade
while beds are made
nothing honestly seems to matter
so I guess one should feel flattered
I don't seem to mind...
mathiasthom
written 1/21/10
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