You love me
in a way. to make me cry
swiftly as the grey rain slips down the window
the gentle weeping of the lonely cook. over her dirty dishes
splash into the scummy water, the saltwater from her lashes
and in the greasy streets outside
the giggling children and the whisk of a cat
around the corner
Your haunted eyes are dark collections of thoughts and memories
opening up
When you look at me like a crazy man
all torn up and wanting, starving like the cat...but hungrier
My smile disappears
no it fades away quickly. And is taken over by a slip of tears
You make me cry
the way your eyes love me. like the raindrops so steady but hard to catch
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