hand me a pair of rose-colored
glasses
so i can slip them on,
resting gently on my nose and ears,
so i can see my toes curling over the edge
as something beautiful
something intentional
and masterfully orchestrated,
like the moments before a dance
toes tickling as they just barely touch
the side of the stage,
the curtain is rising...
or maybe just even my slightly prescripted glasses
would do, too.
my head is dizzy,
part of me is going blind
and i feel on the edge
of something i cannot stop,
a train growing icy cold
snowballing in speed
dangerous, oh
and my jeans are frozen to the hard plastic seat.
and i just want someone to dance with
but i want to see this for what it really is.
"take care"
those words resonate in my head
so casual and we know it stands
for so many other things
we can't say.
they say to me
"i can't care about you like i did"
i hope you know i kissed someone else
and i thought to myself,
his lips against mine,
you deserved it more.
take care.
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