Blue Lips by Reagan Phelps
Oh how I hated her beauty ; how I hated and loved it so
I would say these two feelings are the same and interchangeable , no ?
You dare to call me crazy- ha ! I laugh and I sneer
Just for the death of a beauty ; but when Poe did it you cheered ?
She had green eyes , a beautiful feature , yes , and wretched golden hair-
Her face , a lovely meadow , a sunset at which one would stare ;
And stare , stare I did , and why you must no longer think me insane !
Her gaze was level , infuriating me even through the gray of the rain !
She must ’ ve known , how she must ’ ve known , how that look killed me so
Even if I can never see it again , it remains in my mind , afloat
Oh but above all I love , above her deeply murderous beauty :
Is something I still see when I close my eyes : the very thing that made me guilty
A feature on her pale , bare face , a promise that never failed or slipped :
Everpresent , always there , were her red , red lips
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