It’s true
You’re never on my mind
You’re a memory
On folded paper
Written between my lashes
Waiting to invade my sight
And be rubbed out
Forcing a tear to crawl
Out the corner
Of my guarded pride
Blurring my vision
Of anyone ahead
Making a red light
Out of my sclera
To oncoming prospects
Foreign to your kind
But I don’t blame you
You used to be
The only one I saw
It’s only fair
To blind me
From seeing anyone
But you
And that’s what your love did to me
It claimed me carelessly
Fooling me into loving
A lightbulb like it were the Sun
And hating myself most in spring
For never reaching my bloom
But I’ll blossom
In my quiet strength
Like Solomon’s Seal
And let the scars your forged
To get under my skin
Warn gentler souls
Of your scorching ego
Before they too
Are burnt blind
From the façade
Of being loved by you