TRAGIC Poem: Him and You, by Macy flynn

I would bow on a plane of shattered glass
Just to run my brass hands through your blonde hair
And lay with you On the grass
one more time
But You dyed your hair brown
And I let my hands rust

I would gauge my own eyes out with a spoon
Just to swoon and listen to you talk about your games
Or to be how we were last June
One more time
But you don’t talk
And I can’t listen

I would bleed out in an old parking lot
Just to joke about how stupid pot smokers and druggies were
And Call all night and pray we didn’t get caught
One more time
But you go to bed early
And I’m trying to get sober

I would cut off a limb
If I could swim in your blue eyes
Or do dumb shit on a whim
One more time
But the reality is
You aren’t him, you are you
And I’m not her, I am me

But I still want him
And you don’t want her or me