"it's nothing personal"
I don't wish to agree with that statement
but if you say it then it must be true.
it's nothing personal when you sing out my name.
it's nothing personal when I tell you I love you
and all you do is shake your head and laugh in response.
jesus, that's it. that's all the answer I'm ever getting from you.
I have prayed to all the gods in the books that one day you would say "I love you too"
but I become more of an atheist day by day.
some times you're beautiful and I want to paint a million pictures
and carve a thousand rocks
just to recall the way you carried yourself that particular day.
but other days it's like there are bees buzzing around my head
and no matter how far or fast I run
they just won't go home.
I will breathe till my lungs run out
just to see another one of your "okay" days.
my heart beats to the strength of your inner and outer beauty.
the more gorgeous you become, the weaker my poor lost soul gets.
your voice is the most intricate sound I've ever heard and it feeds my brain
and provides me with a reason to stay conscious.
you speak of love and lost heroes
of politics and current events
of your own life
and every other ***** secret you can get your hands on.
you're smarter than anyone I've ever known
but it doesn't show.
because sometimes you hate yourself too.
the way I see it, we've got a delicate balance going on.
this "relationship" is in a glass box.
a really thin glass box, a terribly built box, without proper sealants and structure.
looking at this small box now
I see that it's so full of you.
I see your blue eyes reflecting off the walls and hairs caught on sharp edges.
it's beautiful and I love you.
but I see there's hardly anything left of me.
I'm compact in my body and my soul is not free range like yours.
I don't like it much.
so nothing personal, I guess
but you know how I hate being chained down.