like a crowded street
where you just want
to throw
broken glass
your voice
makes me feel nervous
so
when i’m on the phone
with you
i start moving
too quick
i walk faster
than traffic
but there are no
streetlights
in my head
nothing to slow me down
the brakes don’t work
and i shape your eyes
into the end of the world
but it is your world
or mine
i shut
my eyes
afraid to open them
and see you
still there
like glass
not broken
-marcel feldmar
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