“Do you want some Kool-aid, Steph?”
Knocking just loud enough
To be heard over my squabbling heart.
Push words through my eyes
Let them drip away
Far from my thoughts.
Can’t delve into this image
Of brownie batter eyes,
While spending splotchy afternoons
Carving happiness on my face.
“Brave it away, Steph, brave it away”
Pleading not prodding but hoping me out
Of a destructive, memory scarred bed.
How can locks resemble the gloss of your eyes?
Luster, capturing the edge of my sight
Pulling and thrashing my will to the floor
Stare into what I only wish to be there.
Who are your eyes gazing through today?
That you smother in heat so perfectly fabricated
Passion always seemed your best friend
Leading and pointing the way to a game.
“He doesn’t deserve you, Steph, he doesn’t deserve you.”