I have been long gone
I kept my memories
in a suitcase
preserved like fossils
in the museum of my room
but I will carry them with me
as I stumble on the
next thing
that falls in front of me
I have had mistakes
that tried to knock
on the walls of my mind
but it's about time
my brain learns
from practice
over and over
not to fall for their emotions
but to know how to cope with them
I have had moments
that tattooed smiles
on every neuron
creating memories
of moments
that I seek sanctuary in
whenever I find the need to
I have had the idea of change
marinating in me
almost forcing me to believe it
to live it, to breathe
then...
I have had you to look
into my eyes
sometime later
telling me to
"stop faking it
it's always
been you"
This is dedicated to those who can read people like open books through their eyes.