What is it About Her?

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This hurts

The way I seem to never respond to my feelings

The way

I look up in the sky and see nothing but darkness while the sun is out, shining

This parable

Of different realities

Is really getting to me

Catching up

With my memories

Making me feel

As though I’ve done this all before

I need an escape

Please come to my rescue

For I’ve only myself to blame for the absences I’ve marked upon my own

Forgive me, sweet love

I’ve done nothing

But spew out words I cannot carry out

But the things you do not know about me

They’re true

The things in which you question to yourself

Every night

As you close your eyes

“What is it about her… she seems so intricately detailed, as if God himself did not leave a single detail out, furbishing her so quaintly and a figure so vulnerable… one touch… might… break her?”