Monday, January 17, 2011

with better eyes
I could have seen the disgust on your face
when I spoke your name
and with better ears
I could have heard the disgust in your voice
when you spoke mine
and with better hands
I could have felt your skin crawl
when my fingers touched down upon your neck
and with a better nose
I could have smelled the vomit
churning in your stomach
when you touched me out of pity
and perhaps with a better voice
my words might have
done more than flatter
and yet
even with all these things
I know it would have happened the same way
because even now
I still wish
I could do it all over again

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