Baby,Don’t You Know?

My eyes are stars
and
my vision impaired.
You speak of love, washed over with a glaze of indifference,
I see your lips move,
but
I think that perhaps you have me all wrong.

I told you before in various ways,
I showed you before with the movements of my body,
my head hanging low, breath shallow
cyclonic winds gathering, lightening snapping along my veins,
I contemplate us.

Shall we have another dance along this river of tears?
Ripping apart what we hold true, for a moment,
in clouds made of fury calling upon the dieties of desire,
shall we forget,
shall we?

You don’t understand,
Baby, don’t you know?
I am not the one for you.

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