Ruinsby Olivia Nitti
You open your eyes. I close mine.
I wish I could have seen
What went on in those eyes.
Out of touch, Out of luck.
If only it weren’t how it was.
We could love.
I don’t know how we got here.
No control, and I’m falling apart.
Then you trace my body, like I am art.
And all our troubles seem so far,
Although right underneath the surface,
It remains dark.