she has thumb prints from where
the I-told-you-so took hold
of the roadmaps on her hips

between the sweat and the bass
he could barely tell that her pulse
was exploding beneath her skin
and all of the closed mouth kissing
made her feel slightly less young
                         as if she could outgrow this
the salt-soaked-pillow-case-mornings
the way cheap eyeliner smudges
into a perfect 2am shadow that lasts til noon
                                as if she could outgrow
mac-n-cheese and pancakes absorbing
the residual wine that her body has learned
to hold when she can't feel her lips anymore

because not even tiger striped hips
can stifle the hope that bubbles
up to her shoulders when the guy
with strong hands and a fickle heart
and an I-told-you-so-smile
sends lightening up her spine.

some people hide it better than others
but that doesn't mean they're not secretly wishing you'll care enough to dig deeper
the ones with smiles on their faces
are the ones begging someone might hear their cries
the ones who seem to have it all
have nothing
nothing

Nothing.
No thing.
Help me
please.
I’m faulting.

What is it we are searching for?
Being in a constant conversation
With our deepest thoughts.
Even though it is a monologue
With no answers provided.

Do you know the truth?
Me neither,
I do not.

You know your heart has eyes
But your heart's eyes stay closed
If you refuse to open them
That is the heart what nature has created
To keep us alive
But also to posses that treasure
What our bare mind can't.

You can see the beauty
Yet the most beautiful
And the most important
Is still invisible.

You cannot see true love
Nor true happiness
But feel them.
Feel them travelling
Through your blood vessels
Passing into every cell
They come across.

Those things were created invisible
And they are meant to stay this way
Those which are the most important
That our bare eye cannot behold.
They teach us to see further
To see deeper.

The nature can create beautiful things
But it likes to hide the most beautiful of all.
Nature calls us to find those
Yet the finding can be hard.

If you can finally see the deepest beauty
The deepest of all
It shows you are finally removed
That shadow in front of your eyes.
Now that you have clear sight
You can tell me
What is really the beauty for you.

Isn't it the one which was so long invisible?
Isn't it the one which was hidden behind the blind?

Yet it is still invisible
And still hidden.
But you found it.

Wasn't it that you were always used to
Look at the facade?
And had not yet clear vision
How to enter behind?
You had no hope nor faith
Because you believed in that beauty
What nature had created
But not in what she had hidden.

Yet the hidden one must one see
As it is the eternal and live for thee.

Invisibility;

it need not mean
to not physically be seen,
for eyes look on,
taking in the
loneliness
I don;

crowds and rooms
bursting loud with tunes,
faces happily grimacing,
I am grimacing back,
revelry I am feigning,
as on spins the DJ track;

professional smile-maker,
the most experienced faker,
regarded by passerbyers,
they know nothing of my
insides                     on fire;

room crowded
and still alone,
optimism shrouded
by apathetic groan;

You
see
"me,"
but
you
don't
see
me;

Invisibility.