just the paper drenched in the sweat
that caused you to wear your heart
where you never intended it to be.
I didn't judge the aim of your throw
as the anchor weighed me down
and you played pitiful strings
while I sunk to the sharks kingdom.
Instead, I gave off a remarkable glow
I made the night, turn to pastel day.
I saw your pupils shrink and simmer,
like a cooked sponge.
You reached for me with branches,
and lengths and lengths of charm.
oh how the iris of your eyes reflected immediate regret.
I saw the painting of you and I
blink and fade away.
and now you stare at the sunset
longing to bring me home.
cursing the evening sky
for bringing you dusk and damnable love.
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