every time
she crosses my mind
a blossom of light explodes
lately
it has been
the fourth of july
in my skull
night flowers blooming
fading to yellow embers
that burn
deep into the gray matter
parting tissue
like a scalpel
leaving scars
in the pattern
of her fingerprint
across my mind
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LOVE this Mike
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i decided there was no point fighting it. i like writing sappy, shitty love poems
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hehehe! yep. don’t fight it. embrace it, Mike.
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