ny eve

A little boy coloring at the kitchen table.

you wonder
how much of it was a lie
how much of it was just
a game

her game

mens hearts like strings
marionette, n*sync-style
and all without a guilty glance

you fell for it
you ate it up
and all for knots.

ny morn
ny noon
ny eve naive.until.the.eve.

starlight is far brighter than moonlight
if only because it is pure
and it is pure, like diamond dust
that only makes you
clean.

[ i ]/[ don|t ]/[ expect ]/[ understanding ]

Author: Miles Rausch

I’ve made a smart playlist of all the songs with 0 plays. I listen to them because I feel bad for them not because I like the music. I’m THAT guy.

4 thoughts on “ny eve”

  1. I think that your naivety makes you beautiful. It is a blessing in disguise.

    Life without hurt, pain, love, loss, joy, and sorrow, wouldn’t be much of an existence. Love and loss is what drives humans. The need to feel something powerful.

    Great poem. It is quite a bit different from your poetry as of late. I enjoyed it immensely.

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