my Achilles heel
has a head full of flames
skin warm to the touch two big eye
that see everything except what is right in front of them
a nose that breathes in rejection
exhales misnomers wrapped in false hopes
a mouth so full of lies they believe they are the truth
a chin that juts and struts
peahen to my cocky
shoulder with so many chips on them
the foundation is doomed to collapse
arms that stretch albatross
wing span that squeeze so tight
you wake from sleep choking on past mistakes
a heart that beats on "what ifs"
and if the beat turn "what if not"
no blood will flow to the lips
I tried to kiss back to life with my own
it has a back that can hold the weight of me
as we gymnastics our passion
on every wall and the ceiling
but turns willow when forced to accept
certain realities
two legs that open for me
accepting the prosthetics of me as truth
wrapped around my waist
hips bucking for my attention
and two feet
that walk in opposite directions
following a future
that can never be seen
with her two unfocused eyes
unaware that she will never get there
wearing those shoes
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