the first time I saw you
my eyes stuttered along your body
like a tongue trying to find a grasp
on a word, like a flickering light
trying to shine bright again
i tried memorizing your curves
because everytime i looked at you
you were branded white-hot on the backs
of my eyelids
like the red print typed into
my thigh that i can't write over
i keep trying to forget you
but
i know you better than myself
And I have tried so hard
YOU ARE READING
This Is Me
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories, stories with no ends, and the simple imagination of a poet.
