Your bloody knees and her bleached blond hair,
Hanging over a book, in a way, that way,
Remind [you / me] of a sparkling day.
I resent it completely,
I know I can never have it back.
Tattoos, I could stare at the back of your neck forever.
"Who's fault is it then, mine?"
I read it and thought about the irony and even more serendipity,
Pushing the hair out of my eyes the way I always wanted to.
The first minute living in Her Brand New Skin
Let me realize how you are never there.
Not even now, when I see almost half, are you really anywhere at all.
Only to me