your teal eyes

Looking for the great escape,
escape from
the chemicals
in your veins,
from the tears
that flow only at
night,
escape from
the sad songs
blasting from the radio,
from the way
you look at me,
escape from
your sickly skin
and the purple bags
under your teal eyes,
from all the
memories of your
laugh and your tears,
stories told of all
of our fears 




A poem I wrote in 2009, that I recently rediscovered.


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