Slow to Make the Bleed.

I feel though I’ve mistaken you

For one I’ve searched to find.

I thought myself a careful girl

But fooled myself for blind.

The Absence that is You.

In the absence that is you

The clock ticks slowly.

My eyelids twitch

to the sound of the second hand

Until the spasms dull me to sleep.

I never needed you.

I never knew you

Before the linger of your gaze

Drew circles around each iris,

Until you were all I could see.