I ran my fingers around
the chips in the paint
and the scratches
and occasional holes
in the old walls

and I started to cry

I asked them,
who did this to you?
and they answered,
life did this to us.
*but we are still standing.

If I become blind tomorrow,
I'll know every detail of your face--
Your tired eyes, dimples,
And your imperfectly perfect smile.
I'll still "see" you inconspicuously stealing
Affectionate glances my way.
But, just as before,
I won't need my eyes to find
Your slightly pink lips
Awaiting mine.

I remember slamming the door in your face.
Gosh, you made me so ****** angry sometimes.
You'd yell at me "I don't even love you!"
And I'd tell myself it didn't matter because you weren't easy to love either.
In the mornings sometimes you'd lie there in my bed laughing.
Those were always the best times between the two of us.
You'd tell me to pretend things were always that way
And I'd try, but it never worked.
There were some nights that it took everything in me not to walk away.
I'd stay up sobbing because I knew I could't love you the way I was supposed to.
I was so angry, but more at myself than I was at you.
I wanted to fix all the brokenness inside of you, but I didn't know how.
Things never did get better and one day you left.
Maybe there's someone out there who knows how to mend you back up.
But the someone's not me.

She slipped up behind him and
planted a kiss on his cheek.
Didn't seek my approval
removal,
almost as if I did not exist.
I wish it was me that she
kissed
wish that she'd creep up on me
wish I could see
what I was
doing
wrong.

Some are Platinum,
Some pale yellow,
Some are Gold and fair of face.
Sometimes their choice is questionable
and the tint seems out of place.
Some are babes and some are ******.
It must be in the DNA.
Some use preference by L’Oreal.
Some are straight, others are gay.
Some are called Strawberry Blondes
Some have hair like golden sands.
What each one has in common
Is they dyed at their own hands.

I'm seeking the comfort that came with her lips,
and the hours of sweat between our bonded hips.
The connection we had, must have been shared,
but the look on her face showed she didn't care.
But who am I to judge the love that once was,
twas as pure as the hum from a honey bee's buzz.
I'm building up anger with all that's inside,
these feelings I have, I just cant hide.
I'm sorry for the doubt I slayed upon her soul
Cause in all reality I made her heart turn to coal.
I realized this, the day that she cried,
"we were supposed to be together" but then we both died.