Category : Poems

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I can’t remember when I first laid eyes on you
But I really wish I hadn’t 
Cause now 
The only way I’ll be able to stop looking at you
Is if I were to pluck my eyes out with a tablespoon


When I look at you 
I become someone different 
Someone I’m not
Someone I don’t recognize 
Someone...else. 


You’re a face in my corridors 
A painting i wish i could burn
Or tear apart and throw in the trash
Or tear apart and then burn it and scatter the ashes in the Atlantic 
But I can’t.


When I close my eyes;
You’re there
When I look around 
You’re there 
Even if i were to tear them out 
And throw them into sun
And only be left with bloodied empty sockets
In my head
You’d be there
You’re not a tatoo
You’re an engraving 
A sculpture that took up residence in my house
A sculpture i hit and hit and hit 
And all I’m ever left with are bloody hands
That I can never wash clean.