Etched

Give me a pen
And I will trace
The exact outline
Of his face
Without
Even
Looking

At A Glance

If it
was you
I saw
in that
doorway
tonight

I hope my
presence
gave you
such a
fright

That
perhaps
now you
realise
I’m as
happy as
can be

And
it’s just
you I no
longer
want
to see

Skin Deep

So scathingly
hateful

So achingly
beautiful

It actually
hurts

To turn and
look at you

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