I think about you when I’m not supposed to, when years have passed and the crisp feel of your hair is meant to be numb to my senses.
I think about your corroded brown eyes framed by a steel gate.
I think about your towering gaze, in denial of our building craze.
And your cotton candy sunset flushed lips.
although everything about you was like the bottom of a never ending abyss.
One breathing soul, one numb soul, a disaster written in the stars.
You were trying to break through the 6ft walls of my heart.
I think I might have ruined you, caused a rumble in the earthquake of your brain, of your mental.
I think I overflowed the kettle in your eyes, while you burned me with your lies.
You diminished me , the last straw to turning into ice.
I regret you, I reminisce you, I pray for you, I despise you.
But I think about you when I’m not supposed to.
