in all of my attempts to prove you don't exist,
you are still there,
blue eyes to puncture a safety blanket
already too full of holes--
i don't even remember if your eyes are blue,
but they were always tired
and it hurt to gaze into them for too long.
i want to stop.
i want to tear words from all the pages devoted to you,
good and bad,
and chew them 'til they collapse and are nothing.
i don't even think you were my favorite kiss.
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