“
Don’t smudge the shop windows
if you won’t come inside.
I knowing looking is a habit
and feeling is a hobby
but you didn’t even ask
my price in the first place.
You feast on all that glitters
with your dinner plate eyes
turning out your empty pockets
shifting your weight impatiently.
You think I’m waiting in this window for you.
You think I'm encased in a glass casket waiting to be saved
You think your clumsy lips will shatter my doubts,
lead me leaping out on to the street
counting cracks in the concrete
with you by my side.
You could not be more wrong.
”
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“NOT FOR SALE” -NMW (via haystackofneedles)
Published on September 24, 2015 13:23