here you come.
storm green, the color of your eyes
I used to run and think about you
every stride a poetic, charged word
sex
red
fear
death.
The smell of smoke clears my eyes,
There at the end of the hall where your shadow lurks
you hated me all along
all I could do was love you
Romeo and Juliet stand shakily in our reflection
I always meant to ask why you were so angry
I think I feared it was me
Some sect of human nature which engulfed my soul
and so my feet cease from running
Somehow I hope to be caught again in your downpour
so it is not all they promise, is it?
Were they right to fear?
you rumble, “I hate you”
while green eyes flash
exposing the inevitable
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