I had finally gotten you
Out of my head.
I had finally forgotten
Those soulful black eyes
And soft lips.
With chapped hands,
I had stood proud,
Looking over the polished surface
Of my mind.
I had made sure
There was no speck,
No spot,
No clue that you
Were ever
Here
With me
In my paradise.
Blood, sweat, and tears
Cleaned that damned
Floor.
But it looks like
I missed a spot.
Out of my head.
I had finally forgotten
Those soulful black eyes
And soft lips.
With chapped hands,
I had stood proud,
Looking over the polished surface
Of my mind.
I had made sure
There was no speck,
No spot,
No clue that you
Were ever
Here
With me
In my paradise.
Blood, sweat, and tears
Cleaned that damned
Floor.
But it looks like
I missed a spot.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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