what if people quoted your blog to your face? would you be ashamed?
i have your face, i stole it while you were looking,
i kept it hidden away for months with no glimpse of sunlight,
one day i set it free and it came back to me.
now i store it in my safe, blinking it's eyes at the occasional poke.
i shall get it now for i believe it yearns to say hello.
there it is, again, again, again, and again,
smiling at me like it doesn't remember the future.
say hello young boy, don't be shy.
crouching in the darkness it peers up at me filled with uncertainty and fright,
i reach a hand, parting universes with a single fingertip.
frozen with fear your eyes ask nothing of me but i feel the need to give.
i plead for forgiveness, for conclusion, anything but your haunted half smile
anything but that closeness you don't budge from and anything but this gap you've created
show me how to push your buttons and twist your dials,
snap at me or tear my hands apart.
i'll eat my foot before i eat my words.
the vacuum left me very vacant but you've vandalized my core.
i've become the oaf in your oasis, an ongoing offense of the heart
i wish i'd gotten your soul instead.
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