The thing that I loved about you most,

Is the way your eyes looked.

I enjoyed the look of

wonderment they held.

I remember staring at you

For so long.

For too long.

[insert awkward pause here]

Your eyes were

Intense.

Silent.

Beautiful.

Like the way mine

danced up your skin

And wandered

down your neck,

along Veins and ink lines

And the sunkissed Tan of your frame.

Even Medusa

could be defeated.

Ask Perseus.

And I ate it all up.

Cause I liked your eyes.

You’d be surprised

Of where they can bring you.

You might forget who you are.

But only for a short amount of time.

And your eyes.

I can’t forget your eyes.

Ingrained in my mind

Like engravings on chocolate.

Like the twists in twine.

Like stripes in plaid.

Every word I said

Every time the sound waves

hit your ear drums.

I watched you watch me.

I felt

Amplified.

Jolted.

Electrified.

I couldn’t make you stay though.

Being caught between

The left path

And the right path.

The right path,

Being, well,

The right path.

And the left known

to drop you off

Somewhere.

In the middle of no where.

“But creepy stuff happens in the middle of Nowhere.”

I couldn’t laugh like that again.

Not even if I tried.

I couldn’t have laughed harder.

Watching as you passed,

No longer looking at me,

But looking past me.

Without a word.

Your body language screamed –

“Machismo!

Mucho Gusto!”

And I laughed at you.

I buckled at the force of my own laughter.

Like that last bit of a comedy skit.

I watched you flare

as we walked apart.

Like calm down a little.

Like put your hair up in a ponytail.

Like do you hear the rain on your windowpane?

Did you move backwards?

Were things too hard for you?

To comprehend?

To pretend?

To put your hands to your forehead

In between

To skim between

To read between the lines?

Linear tattoos

Like connotations

Like algorithms

Like constellations that cross the red beneath your toes.

It’s the universe that flows within you.

Around you.

But I’m tripping right?

Like you didn’t feel it too?

And so you did it.

Tied your hair up.

Changed your skin tone.

Got a new area code

And kept on pumping.

Moving your

Hands

Your footsteps

Speeding up,

So you wouldn’t catch moss.

And so you rolled.

Smashed yourself between

counter and rolling pin.

Kneading the past,

Folding it over,

Flattening it out.

Letting yourself rise.

Staring back at the

cookie cutter mold

You’ve been pressed out of.