A Lovely Disaster

A poem.

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I have the folds of his back
carved on my mind,
talking back to all my arguments,
refuting every single thought.

While I would stare blankly,
wishing…for once,
if he could turn around,
and see the chaos — eating us.

He must’ve had his reasons
and I — my desires.

All the time we were,
we were but a joke to love.

For never in all our time,
he once turned around to see,
the disaster that we were.