Idealistic Realist

When you decide that I no longer

seem as shiny as before,

I’ll open the door for you to leave.

In my mind I will

Hope that you trip over your fickle mind

Hope that you trip over your sinful eyes

Hope that you trip over your overwhelming desires

Hope that you trip over my

Apology letters of white lines

Hope that you trip over

My swollen bloodshot windows

Hope that you trip

Over my broken guitar strings

I hope you trip

And stumble

And fall

Back head over heels in love with me.

– a.h.

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Oh yes, tell me the truth and I will let you leave — but I won’t stomp out the fire till you step out of the door and close it shut behind you. I’m not a paradox, I’m a hopeful pragmatist. 

” He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. ” – Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy

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