12/13/19
Melt.
That is a much better word,
He told me
That looking into my eyes
Melts him,
That it’s weakening.
He said before that
Looking into my eyes
Makes him feel light,
Makes him feel happy and protective,
But not manipulative,
That he thinks he’s learned the difference.
I think he learned the difference
Longer ago than he is willing to recognize.
He said once that
My eyes are like a stormy sea.
There’s words said unspoken.
There’s secrets written between the lines.
A stormy sea.
Light.
Happy.
Protective,
Weak.
Melt.
Love?
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Emery Pine
I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable
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