Remember that day in the furniture store?
We looked at pillows and chairs and dining room tables.
You promised me that we would come back and buy all that furniture for our tiny apartment.
You promised me forever.
And I should have told you what I was thinking.
I should have told you not to give promises
you couldn’t keep

Mind’s eye gone blind
Mind’s eye shoved in a cage
Cage called home
Cage built from within
Within
Within the unsettled urn
Urn of the pristine
Urn cast aside
Aside weathered/withered eyes
Aside sensation forgotten
Forgotten ferver
Forgotten despite old words
Words once known
Words wisdom had shown
Shown endearment
Shown patience
Patience to seek
Patience to speak
Speak only to find
Speak only to break the divide
Divide between us all
Divide will end in fall

She was the brave one.
She was the strong one.

She was never the one to break down.
She was never the one to have a problem.

She never had the choice.

She grew up in a world,
Where that wasn't acceptable.

A world where nobody would lister to her.
Where nobody cared what she truly thought.

She kept her mouth shut.
She kept her thoughts to herself.

She was pretty.
She was popular.
She was outgoing.
She was everything society wanted her to be.

And being herself just wasn't what they were looking for.

I’ve been thinking night and day,
been wondering where does your heart lay.
Please, can I know if I may?
I’m troubled with it, what can I say.
What do you think before you sleep?
What desires does your locked heart keep?
What do you wish? What do you want?
What is that, that keeps you wake at night?

Are you happy? Are you full?
Do you hug your blanket, do you tug in?
Does something spoil you, make you a kid?
Do you feel warmth under your skin?
Do you get vibes along your bones?
Is there somebody that shakes your knees?
Does somebody puts you at ease?
Who is that, that holds your keys?

Do you feel love? Are you satisfied?
Are there colors in your belly?
Do your thoughts taste like cherry?
Do you see stars in someplace else?
Who is that, that rings your bells?
Where is the keyhole, to your soul?
What is that, that makes you give in and kneel?
Do you feel, like I feel?

My heart is with you,
but where does that heart of yours lay?

I turn back only to see
that my shadow is eating me.
It’s not the same you see,
my dreams and reality.
All the time I wish you here,
but what would I do if you really were here?
I wake up to the mirror only to see,
shards of my broken reality.
I see my reflection,
reflection of my shadow eating me.
I can’t stop my crave for you.
What can I do?