Painful Situations in Pleasurable Places
by neonpunch
you were in the lunchroom
after hours
and my eyes crawled around
and landed upon
the beauty you call yourself.
my heart filled to the
brim with
longing,
i knew you were
bad for my
health
because there was another
i called my other
and that meant
i couldnt place my hand in yours
you, who lingered in my head,
and danced in my heart
you, who i knew
i wanted from the start
youre the prettiest flower
in the most beautiful garden,
and im the gardener
who possesses no water
my thumb is anything but
green
and i try and try
to pick out the
weeds
i finally rid my garden of them all,
but it is still incomplete
because youre not yet there
and it is
you
i still need
so i waited for
the seasons to change
and i waited for
a person to blame
an excuse
so that i
could talk to you
then the water came
between four walls
wrapped in a blanket
of pictures in frames
you stepped through the door
my mouth mentioned a question
you answered it with your name
thats when the water fell
and the flower that is you
grew
in the shape of a dame,
a most beautiful dame.
you faded into the distance
and i still
felt
the same
although now
i knew
your name
so today,
my fingers found
your numbers
on my phone
and yours found yours
inside of your home
i talked for hours
to a most beautiful flower
i hope someday
to claim as my own
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