…in between her gaze and her stare

I fell in love

Just inside her lovely mind

I fell in love

A galaxy in her mind that expands, though

To my every mistake she fumes, though

Her frightened face became her freckled face

Her freckled face became her frightened face

To distinguish between her gaze and her stare

a mirage that stood still

mocking at my existence

mocking at my persistence

“Where do you live?” it asks

In the thought of emotions

or the emotion of thoughts?

Where a micro-expression on her face

disrupts your idea of a human race

Or where the display of her silence

slits your throat sharper than a razor blade she holds,

but to you, only you bleed

Oh, you bleed constantly

until you are made of smoke

A smoke that shied away

and breathes all the air

the air becomes her

So you become her

and now you can see

why she never utters speech

You are made of smoke

and smoke is all she breathes

Her lungs are all corrupted

Her thoughts are all disrupted

Her voice is all a crackle

Which sounds like a chuckle

so all you give her is a chuckle

when bare knuckles is all you should get

But her bare back is all you want to see

That lovely ecstasy

that only you can feel

and you are made of smoke

and smoke is all she breathes.

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