hurrystarfish
sophia
oc perspective poetry | #1
My glasses are green.The light is red,
It's always red.
Glaring and round,
and obvious to everyone
Who aren't focused
on deciphering
their own
FUCKING STOP.
It's been red, since I met you,
Since you caught me
on that stage,
making me think
I caught you in
my audience.
You
caught
me.
When first you leaned in
and smiled at me
like you knew me,
you touched my hand.
Hands that prayed
every day
and had touched someone other than I.
An other than I
you never thought
fit to let me know about.
In that smooth touch,
you left something in my grip,
Glasses.
Night by night,
I wore them.
They got closer to my irises.
Like the sun coming
to burn them alive,
or the seasalt
stinging at the sockets.
Hair that sticks flat,
Silent, a body that sinks and then floats back up,
A bruise over my eye from the way down.
The light was red.
It was always red.
But you always knew
how to make me 'go',
how to make me believe,
the light was still green.