here you come. 


storm green, the color of your eyes

I used to run and think about you

every stride a poetic, charged word





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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