I am starting to see the truth
like a tiny flame in a dim room,
and its making everything slightly yellow and brown.
Better than black and grey.
I'm seeing what I didn't see, sharp corners and
all the tacks on the floor I've been stepping on
and screaming.
You aren't the person I want you to be.
I painted you so beautifully in my mind,
and gave you a medal of honor,
a badge on your chest that
could reflect my own eyes back in copper.
I've got copper eyes
If I think back hard, I sat alone a lot
and waited.
Maybe it was only good the first time
and the second.
Only logarithmycally did three become
nine.
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