floored.

it wasn’t the first time

i got lost in her hair

but the wind paused

and the sky looked over

this time

looked over me to see

if i was doing fine

and i told him

i didn’t even see him

walking through the door

i never felt him

putting his foot down

on my carpeted floor

and no it’s not that

i don’t love him as much

as i did before

it’s just that my

existence was clouded by

her hair and i couldn’t help

but want more.

Blame it on me

i saw her fingers
move across her
face, trying
aimlessly to rescue
her hair
from their freedom.

the hair was
free, but she
blamed it
on the gravity.

so it seemed.

her face reflected
the white light
of her screen.
glowing, she was
but she blamed it
on electricity.

or so it seemed.

her glasses kept
sneaking down
an inch or so
without seeking her
permission.
it was all
beautifully framed,
but she blamed it on
design.

or so it seemed.

and i just
kept
looking.

she had nothing
to blame that on.

it was all
my fault.