These scars that
I wear across my
face deeper down
then you can see like invisible
little pin pricks hold
the secrets to a life
spent living through love every
bad choice or
sadnesses
is compounded by a million
happinesses they hang
together
like the stars in the skies some
twinkle
and some some implode
succking half my life
with them huge black spiralling abyss’
made from the
need to exist in my own right away from
the impression
I
made wether good or bad was
made
because you chose
to believe I was one or the other
but why can’t I be
both
I THINK I AM DROWNING IN MY OWN EYES REFLECTED IN YOURS
as you look at and process what you see but what do you see….
a pause then silence .