twoblueviolets

A mind is a storage room full of cardboard.

Boxes of all sizes lined up in perfect rows

There are open ones, ones taped shut

some are empty and being filled

organized and still and quiet

TW: DV (I think) and Toxic Relationships, strong biblical references

I miss eve said Adam as Eve bent over a stove, an apron around her red and white checkered waist. 

I don't wish to go to paradise because I fear I'd be alone

Not alone exactly, but how can an afterlife be perfect for one without one being alone with the false fabrications of those they wanted to keep?

I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,

I think it's because that's what you were.

You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone

we're

two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall

I would look at one and smile

see a teenager with cupid bow lips

see deep brown eyes, too big for them

see off center and crooked features

see too round of a face, too sharp of a jaw

When we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?"

And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home.