Untitled Poem-1/12/15

1/12/15

You sound better in poetry.

You look better in pictures.

You smell better in dreams.

You feel better in flashbacks.

My poetry dresses up your flaws and covers your imperfections.

I like you better after I’ve dissected your personality, stripped it of everything I hate and erased the memory of all the things you’ve done to hurt me.

But your presence isn’t so kind, it completely destroys everything I did with my mind.

Reminding me of all the nights I cried.

You sound better in poetry,

I’d do anything to keep you there.

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