Enough Already

February 12, 2017

I breathe

in, out

in, out

heart achingly

underused, underappreciated.

Not accustomed

to racing

and pounding

at simplistic,

trivial things.

Things like

the gentle,

easy curve

of red

lips and

dark hair

and painfully

blue eyes.

Eyes that

hold starry,

cold skies

and lush

forests during

tempests, monsoons,

and rain

filled fog.

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