Eyes, my eyes
Wavering in the murky water
Move and my doppelganger follows
I stare and I stare back
Although, I know what I can't feel out loud
I stare thrashing in the cold water
Rage filling me and causing unseen waves
The water is still, unmoving
I keep watching
I become stone, dread filling my watery eyes
I watch as my hands cover my face
I blink
I watch and I watch back
Nothing
I smile and I smile back
On the edge of the shore I know
that I am collected
I am peaceful
The water knows who I am and understands
I am unwavering.

That sound
that tinge of an uplifting note
the fluctuating frequency of a Hello
Unkempt time with every beat
Spindles outward like a sheet
of fog, covering and filling your head
Wavelengths of pitch can be a lovely song
or stabbing knives in burnt flesh before long
Words laced with nightshade **** the soul
Words filled with nectar can make you whole
Each inflection of the same word means something else
Each inflection of different words mean the same thing.

My mother once told me that spontaneous love dies with age
that boys who set up those tea light candles
let the romance dim along with the wick
And the girls who marvel over the fact that that shirt smells like him
let his love fade like the now unnoticeable scent
After awhile realistic love is what pumps through the heart
It's more Hi, how was your day from across the kitchen
and less Hey, what are you thinking about whispered sweetly into the ear
My mother once told me that realistic love is better
but really every girl, no matter the age, wants to have musicless dances in the living room
Or unexpected embraces, with his arms wrapping around her waist just because
No girl wants realistic love even if that's what she accepts

I sit, I wait, I watch
I sit here wondering when you'll pull into my driveway that's a thousand miles away
See you pay your fair to the man that ended up bringing you to me
I wait for you to walk up to me and crush your red lips to my aching ones
Feeling your hair between my fingers and the grasp of your rough hands
I watch out my window waiting for you to return home to me while I sit on my bed
Just longing for the moment when I first see you again

The trees were alive but dead
colorful but dull
Flourishing but rotting
during the fall.

Show me the array of lights in black
Show me rolling green ribbons
Show me lighted, artificial trees that touch the sky
Show me the Guatemalan northern lights at dusk  
Show me Italian pathways

Show me sweet nothings
Show me secrets with just the touch of your lips
Show me how to feel your heart beating
Show me how to breathe in your love

Just show me.

Oh, how they love the silence
They thrive in the dark
Those voices without bodies.
Poisonous, sharp
Spreading through rusted canals
Into that chamber, that artificial mind
They pull, they squeeze, suffocate
Wither and die.
They stick like tar, tastes sickly sweet
Those voices
They turn into words
Infectious