Some words are best left muddy or distorted.
Some are best clear and to the point.
(stories that could go on forever/ kitchen sink)
When there was a time for you to speak, you stayed silent.
There is no doubt of your intentions.
When you speak to me I feel your breath on my lips.
Your eyes peer deep into mine, but there is nothing inside them for you to steal.
The blue night creeps over the powdered mountains.
You stand outside my window, an orange glow lights up your face.
You can't understand anything I say.
It all becomes a blur, a muddy mess of ideas.
Instead of trying to salvage what you could, you throw it all out and retain nothing.
I stand besides your bed while you sleep, waiting for you to wake up.
It's 3:14am and you're in a deep sleep, though your eyes are open.
I dream of moments when you recognize me, and when you tell me who I am.
I become your work of art.
You open your mouth, a scratching outside my door, an empty closet.
Everything pans out and I am alone once again.
The shadows in the corner are no longer satisfying to me.
I crave a true love, a friend.
When did this begin, you stripping me down until I am empty?
My rules and protections were my crutches, now they are my hurdles.
Dipping deep into my subconscious.
I recognize your face, the eyes that took everything from me.
I can finally see you once again.
I can hold you close and run my hands through your hair, as you once did to me.
Though this journey is about forgiveness and letting go, I cannot leave you as you left me.
The satisfaction would be too great, and it would make me dirtier than you ever could.