i try not to look
my logic tells me not to
but my eyes want the opposite
all over are his scars
a collage of skins in the face
even so - his biggest pain
comes from the stares
and the eyes looking scared
i want to keep
to turn myself away
my eyes to the ground
bodily signals are present
attention is required
from asphalt to moon are legs lean
the face cut as an elle cover
everyone objects her
they point to her
a walking magazine
i bind myself with ropes of self-control
all intentions not to keep it in my mind
the longings are not dormant
no short circuit for this current
the love was so strong
she was for me all that i could see
now it's a memory song
and everyone i know want me to get on
for them there is nothing in it for me
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