sometimes, when I seem to be staring at you

... I'm not.  

if you see me **** and look a little embarrassed

it's because I'm back from wherever I've been  

lately, I've been spending quite a bit of time there, instead of here.  

"Which gives me furiously to think.."  

is where I've been actually where I'm supposed to be

and this is where I'm not?  

sometimes I strain to hear your footsteps,  

echoing silently on the cracked walls of my broken heart,  

causing tremors under the waters of a teary sea

a tsunami on the shores of a soul that doesn't belong to me

if love grows stronger through trials,  

then the structures that hide in
caverns of my mind  

are the work  

or the brainchild of a sociopath with a broken smile