misquoting emotion

she was
speaking
neruda
while i was
quoting
hank

spanish moss
draped over
the bedside lamp
adding an
ambiance
to the mood
she was trying
to set
while i
stomped around
shaking bottles
for one more sip
my brain
fixated
on the her
we both knew
she wasn’t

she whispered
keats
in nonsensical rhymes
while i
turned the valve
on the oven
clutching
the bell jar
against my
sobbing chest

in the end
she couldn’t
see the ugly
in beauty
while i
could only find
the beauty
in the ugliest
feelings

when she imagined
running
her fingers across
the initials
carved in my chest
she never cared
they weren’t hers
she just liked
the idea
i had been
branded
so she let
the delusion of
the words
fall over
her heart
to shift the lines
into the pattern
she wished to see

it turned out
neither of us
had been
in love
with each other
instead
transferring enough
from the objects
of our true desire
to fool ourselves
into thinking
if we couldn’t
have what
we dreamed of
we could at least
have the generic brand
ignoring
the lack of vitamins
in our own
supplemental
emotional
deficiencies
not realizing
it was slowly
killing us both

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