4/26/17

Standard

summer in your hands
most disorderly and in your eyes
in your heart where blood flows
dutifully but not for me

that’s what hurts isn’t it

and sometimes when I see you
polished and posed I want
to lean in closer but closer isn’t
a feeling we’re meant to share

that’s what hurts isn’t it

and usually I end in trembling
so this is usually with me
no better for anything and you
still not wanting me how I want you or at all

and that’s what hurts isn’t it

-r. miller

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