Scalded Resolve

My shoes are scuffed.

The cuff of my pant leg is dirty.

The nail under my ring finger needs trimming. 

I busy myself with a self-inventory,

chronicling the nuances of my extremities

to avoid having to look up. At you.

To occupy my vision. 

Rather than drown again in the liquid depth of your soft eyes.

Why do you force your presence upon me when I ignore you?

You swerve toward me, 

but the moment I react, you are offended.

A magnet with alternating polarity.

And why do you have to look so pretty?

You have scalded my resolve.

If I avoid all of you, i salvage a portion of me.

The rest you've already eaten greedily.

Enough second chances.

You have chewed upon my kind face for the last time.

Has no one loved you? 

Enjoy your solitude,

it seems you'd travel to the moon to create it.

I honor my own honesty,

why can't you do the same?

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