theres a swimming pool built up
inside my mind.
made from bottled tears- the ones I cant cry.
I swim in this pool
everyday
every night.
but the floods of self loathing wont leave my eyes.
when I look up at you though
they no longer fight.
they just flow right out
until they are dry.

but its not that I love you
its that thing that you do.
that look that you give me
like you can see right through.
never let me stay
but never let me leave.
you asked what I want
but never what I need.
and so here I stand,
right in front of you.
tears from my eyes
because of yours that are blue.