eyes

not enough capitals
and too many commas

sahara eyes
drooping like broken blinds
keep them down too long
and they'll never go back

slow mind
churning stomach
dread fills up your heart
as fast as molasses goes.

time is so unkind
slaps you in the face
runs away just out of reach
stronger than you; a faster runner
always gone before you know it.

coughing
peels away your skin
heightens your senses
aggravates and disgusts.

"i wasn't born to be a skeleton"
take it any way you wish
you're both skin and bones
and born to live and not
die.

even though each day you live
you're one step closer
to never waking again.

pessimist:
the only way you'll ever live.

self hate comes so late
you caress it in your arms
with your lips
on your hips
and tuck it in the folds of your
mind.

"baby" wont save you now
you wish it could
but it wont ever come anyway.

you want it so bad
because when you had it
it was the most beautiful thing.

you wish it was all out there
known at a subconscious basis
for these words never reach
the eyes of those you love

but for now you'll carve
beautiful creations into your soul
and onto your beige canvas
in hopes of one day glorifying them
to people just like you.

you could go on but your main focus:
love and how late nights makes you weary
make you a genius
make you insane.

but you'll always love how it makes
you feel.
not in the morning
but when living the moment.

the subject:
the main title:
the plot, the summary, the synopsis:

the Imbalanced only ever bites
at the corners of your cerebellum
and you like keeping it that way
and you wish to forever
and you hope to
but who knows what tomorrow will bring
sly smiles
calloused fingers and those
fucking goddamn eyes.


the Confusion
maybe you will always love.
filed under:
the one who got away
and you feel as though
this is you for someone else.
you miss the words he gave you
for you're always giving and never
receiving them.
the twice you ever touched
you barely remember and wish
to feel again and much more.
mostly you want
to memorize the warm slip
of hand to hand
or something of the like.
and maybe it's need more than want
at this point.
maybe you just need
to know the truth
or just need
his eyes to yours


and finally, the Unknown.
maybe more known now than before
you wish to pursue but can't
yet.
he is new to your life
and yet you love his personality
immediately you felt at ease
felt the need to be with him
always.
his eyes, too
they affect you
and every time you meet them with yours
something clicks in you
clicks into place
or to the right direction
and you just know.
know everything all at once.

and so from one's eyes
the knowledge

the other's,
emotion

and the last's
you don't get anything
at all.