#ec poem

[e-c-poetry]

the truly cruel thing is, I will continue to find you in every place and every face till the day I take my final breath. to love but no longer be loved is the ugliest of life's tortures.

e.c.

[e-c-poetry]

I have an unhealthy relationship

with perfection and the

perception of myself

the mirror shows the cracks you

can not see

but they are blinding to me

e.c.

[e-c-poetry]

everyone repeats the same old things:

“keep holding on, it’ll get better someday”

and I have, I have for a long time now

but I’m tired and my hands ache

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[e-c-poetry]

it’s a weird moment when

the person you couldn’t get

off your mind suddenly

doesn’t come to mind

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[e-c-poetry]

I don’t know if I’m going crazy

but when we made eye contact

I swear I recognized those eyes

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[e-c-poetry]

and there’s nothing

kind

about her smile now

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[e-c-poetry]

A Love Letter To Brown Eyes

I don’t know who decided 

blue eyes were the prettiest

I’ve always enjoyed the warmth

of brown eyes

the way the hazy yellow sunlight 

reflects softly thousands of hues

chestnut highlights and shadows...

who decided soft blues,

greys, and dark abysses of sapphire

were superior to gleaming golden,

rich dark molten chocolate, and

the earthiness of brown eyes?

e.c.

[e-c-poetry]

I made art

the canvas was the wide

expanse of his shoulders

e.c.