Faceless. Romantic.

Did someone look upon my
teenage thrashings and
breathe impatiently?

Did someone read my manic
spasms of semi-conscious
literature and detect a sense of
flammable loathing?
Shallow and hopeless?

Just a child in the throes of
a violent puberty.

A shameful wildfire?
There was such eternity in
my pouting criticisms.

Who's eyes did I roll in
my fragile years?

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poem by Eric Gibson
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