Why is it
That blind eyes see
So much more
In you than me
Box Sets
I’d
lose
days
inside
those
icy blue
eyesCut
glass
on
those
taut
cheek
bonesI’d
listen
all
night
to your
passionate
criesAnd
love
you
down
to
your
bones
Sense (less)
I’m starting to forget.
Your face,
Your voice,
Your touch.
I don’t like it.