Those girls were crushing you, their weighty lashes falling, too;
I saw them cast off all care, darting out past their parents
fast for flaws they were wanting so hard. Not to see in you

what marble quake made you less than great, they withdrew into
themselves and said you broke all physics’ laws; with illusions,
those girls were crushing you. Their weighty lashes falling too

often cost them their caution; undoing what made them do
what they did became impossible when you’d promised them
half your heart they were wanting. So hard not to see into,

but more easily through you, we saw how the deepest blue
of velvet pools was crushed once their eyes drew the conclusion
those girls were crushing you. Their weighty lashes falling, too

shattered to stand up from the course they’d both been coasting through,
those sisters hit bottom—and the bottle—hard and often
fast for flaws they were wanting so hard not to see. In you,

blindness found a well of truth; too deep to quench for those two
that same thirst drying my tongue painting the situation.
Those girls were crushing you, their weighty lashes falling too
fast for flaws they were wanting so hard not to see in you.