20/20 vision

you’re soft

you never
let yourself sit back and just dream
let the motions turn and dull tides rise
right under sore fingertips, fingers
that never brushed across
lips and fucked her tongue
or ran down her
fingers that never
wiped her tears, as tending for a child is too hard
big family man, you say
but you were too full of static

a simple background

and racing hearts that
exploded at earshot before they could be tended for
fingers that slip through cruel black hair as you are alone
in the beginning of February

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