I've lost sight of this picture I once knew.
covering a hole in the wall that I
hung it to.
It was a painting of a 2-way mirror and on the other side
was you.
And in my gut I had this feeling
twisting my insides.
That you had the same picture but kept it hidden
this whole time.
And i've learned to write you letters with my eyes closed
a daily routine of which i've grown
accustomed to.
Never knowing if your eyes will see them, or keep rolling like the dice
i shoot
we played for keeps.
I hid in my room for days and weeks
waiting for your attention...but a promise you couldn't keep.
I told you I wouldn't leave, but you never came in the first place.
It hurts to not hear your voice on my worst day,
Friday the 13th, my birthday.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
I've lost sight of this picture I once knew.
covering a hole in the wall that I
hung it to.
It was a painting of a 2-way mirror and on the other side
was you.
And in my gut I had this feeling
twisting my insides.
That you had the same picture but kept it hidden
this whole time.
And i've learned to write you letters with my eyes closed
a daily routine of which i've grown
accustomed to.
Never knowing if your eyes will see them, or keep rolling like the dice
i shoot
we played for keeps.
I hid in my room for days and weeks
waiting for your attention...but a promise you couldn't keep.
I told you I wouldn't leave, but you never came in the first place.
It hurts to not hear your voice on my worst day,
Friday the 13th, my birthday.