Hello dear stranger
You remind me of
A past life
You remind me of  
An unseen future
You remind me of
The moments passing between us
How are you?

I'm tired all the time.
A tired that travels to the core of every bone,
the center of my heart.
It's a tired that only grows with sleep.
I don't know what to do.
It coats every part of me.
I can't lift my finger without feeling
an utter emptiness.
I can't speak words.
I can't.

Can we pretend,
Maybe for even just a moment,
That what we used to be,
Is what we are now.
How we used to feel,
How we used to have a love,
No one else understood,
Isn't just the past.
But I know we can't pretend for long,
Because you think I'm a monster.
And I can't explain why I'm not.
I'm starting to believe it myself .
I want to scream the truth to you,
But there's no point.
Because i'll just have to leave you,
Again.

You tell me you're so sad,
all the time...
you tell me the words hurt,
I bet more than the thin slices,
wrapped around your skin,
All the time.
Words.
Hurt.
But i don't think you realize,
words also hurt other people,
not just you.
Of course you don't.
I almost forgot how selfish you are.
You spew your words without thought.
You hurt people without care.
And you wonder why everybody
is out to get you.

She had eyes that shot anger
She was too young for such anger
She had eyes that held depth
Just as curiosity inducing
As the bottom of the ocean
She had eyes that spoke words
which created tears
Stopped hearts
Tore away smiles
She had life stealing eyes
Eating up happiness
That killed her
Slowly
Painfully
It changed her eyes
For the worse.

Some days i feel the birds,
my spirits rise
along with their wings.
Now a days i hear them,
pesky things that
wake me up, wake me up too soon.
Some days i bathe in the sun
believing it's egging me on
to do something magnificent.
Now a days i watch
through a million windows
and curtains.
Some days i feel the music,
dance to the beat.
Now a days i block it out
only hearing the slow low notes,
as if they spoke to me.

And I found a puddle of me
holding a lot of black
with a dash of red,
some yellow in between,
though mostly blue.
I've thought about this lot,
maybe to much.
But i think we are all
just puddles.