she was the year i went colourblind
the pixels stuck in my eyes
like my propensity to rhyme
her hair choked me, absolutely wrote me
into a drain, matted down in the bath
her lips disdained me, curled around
pointed teeth which would mar me
her wicked tongue which would teach me
to be unloved in no uncertain terms
her eyes that seemed dead inside
made me only want to light her
take her brittle bird bones and pursue her
beautiful though she was unusual
the kind of cold you only get from
unloving fathers and distant mothers
that's not to say she was family
but i always take great joy in
pining for the love that is, so far from easy
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