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Stars, Hide Your Fires

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LingeringLullabys

Published: Jan 6, 2012

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Yesterday
I thought I saw the forest pick itself up and march to my gates
all I could see were bloody daggers wrapping hilts into my fingers
but you spoke of candles.

Four months ago
you pressed your lips to the back of my hand,
your eyes flashed Victorian
it was gone when my hand landed on the back of your neck
thank god.

Tomorrow
you'll smile.
but your eyes will pour questions down the back of my neck
and I'll avoid looking for answers.

Three days ago
you made me look for answers
to the questions I never saw
I close my eyes before we kiss for a reason.

Today
I saw you watch me from the corners of our eyes
while I watched the broken glass under our feet
I told myself not to cry.

On that day
when the forest picks itself up and marches to my gates
I'll hope I can forget the daggers
but guilt can turn the all the oceans red.
even if you quit your talk of candle flames,
I'll see daggers in my hands
ideas wrapping hilts into fingers.

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