Sometimes,
I like to close my eyes while you read,
So I can pretend
Those lovely things you’ve penned
Were written just for me.
Behind the blackness of my lashes,
Afloat upon waves of the void,
There is no competition.
I sail alone,
And your words caress me like a gentle breeze–
A simple pleasure,
Treasured,
Until your voice recedes.
As the tide of applause roars in,
I step out of my vessel
To stand at your shores and meet the truth.
I watch as the maelstrom of your waters
Swirls down the shitter.
If only she knew what I would choose–
If only she knew what she meant to you.
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