Things never went smoothly


That stabbing in my chest

couldn’t go away darling

not at any cost


Every single time


I closed my eyes

I still saw those olive ones

could pinpoint every single speckle

beige or chartreuse


Those irises flickered

as much as your blues


I could locate

every pad

of her fingertip




Itself across my body


It was as if

she were always there taunting me

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