I feel nothing
As my eyes wince, looks at bubbles
Of green and blue
Sent and received
So easily a message
I should have never seen

And maybe
I would stay ignorant to the idea
And we would progress years on
A cover up of last nights mistakes
Or months ago of mistakes
That were meant to be relayed
But that song on the disc never played

So sorry
I feel trembles of fingertips
The urge to touch but never own
Something I couldn’t have but I gave
A heart that easily could heal
Except for when I invested it all to you
It is not something I’ve been through

How long
Could this sense of lacking
Asking if you’re alright
Tell me whats wrong
What is going on
And were all those excuses an additional matter
To the problem at hand
Or had that bird over oceans never reached sand

Clean start
The slate may have been erased if tried
But nevertheless people have seen it
Drawn written scratched and erased
The sense of my comfort
That happiness will never come back
Remember it, for what is it that I lack

And I will never see someone else
Aside from that person who caused me such unease
Not even pain, just doubt
And that ever creasing forehead of contemplation
Will never know
And I need answers to the things you no longer see
And it will hurt my heart for years upon knowing you
And this headache of mine will only cease a few drinks in
And this bed will never make itself again
And just like a bird who has never touched ground
And just like the chalkboard will scratches of past mistakes
And just as I’m begging please
There is no release.

Broken anchors can’t drown
The secrets you keep above.
The calm horizons are just a façade;
What lies beneath
Is an infinite abyss
Filled to the brim,
Overflowing with tainted thoughts
A heart’s meandering beat
Is nothing more than an apparatus
To keep the hasty currents flowing,
And the treacherous waves crashing.

The time may come for a maker’s mark
Heeding way for a grimacing stark.
For what is shown upon the nights embark;
Encumbering loneliness,
Waiting, quietly,
in the dark.
Gently leaning on a stoop of decay
Tar-filled hearts rest,
Waiting, patiently,
For the light of day.

Coarse, in the mines,
Are the hearts of the mundane-
Rigid and blackened,
Of soot and coal.
Of whom may fall-
In hind sight of the mind.
Wishing upon stars
That they may one day
Find the diamonds
They seek,
To trade
For the lives they
May never have.

I don't mind the sweet-nothings
you whisper
into my ear every night.
I also don't mind the black smoke
I fill my lungs with
when you leave.

The downward flick
Of a light switch
Can fix a broken home
Faster than I can say
"I love you"

I pray to god,
that someday I may wear my heart
On my sleeves
Instead of my eyes.