[ plate glass ]

your eyes
are the dark-tinted 
plate glass windows
to your soul.

i can't see past them unless
i jump.
	

	crash
		shatter through.

when you look at me
falling,
	bleeding,
with the 		shards 
into the deepest 
parts of you.

			be patient.

it will be a long time
before i am brave enough 
	not to
		look away.

			[ 2009-05-10 ]

 

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