Sparks so shut you can see through her eyes
The pains and smiles she’s gotten to have
Sometimes in the mornings I have to leave her behind
She’s forgotten how to open her eyes
I grab black grains and start the brew
She grabs her eyelashes encrusted from tears and the mascara she forgot to take off
The lack of sleep she goes through every night has her walking ghostly down the hall
The floor is trembling on her behalf
I walk close to her, almost as the shadow or the ashes she’s left behind
‘There she goes again’ the walls whisper to me
My home goes on a riot with her presence
Her skin and eyes are opaque
They’ve forgotten what color is
Our feet ache and the intolerance for the cold pains our bones
My heart feels heavy, intertwined with the physical pain she makes me feel every morning and the broken emotions were able to remember at night
Sometimes I feel emptiness on the torso of my body, that’s when she leaves and I’m left on my own
Sometimes I cry to remember I had her
At least when I was sad I felt something more than blankness
I look in the mirror and see my crystallizing eyes ‘so this is how it feels like to be dead yet alive
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Sparks so shut you can see through her eyes
The pains and smiles she’s gotten to have
Sometimes in the mornings I have to leave her behind
She’s forgotten how to open her eyes
I grab black grains and start the brew
She grabs her eyelashes encrusted from tears and the mascara she forgot to take off
The lack of sleep she goes through every night has her walking ghostly down the hall
The floor is trembling on her behalf
I walk close to her, almost as the shadow or the ashes she’s left behind
‘There she goes again’ the walls whisper to me
My home goes on a riot with her presence
Her skin and eyes are opaque
They’ve forgotten what color is
Our feet ache and the intolerance for the cold pains our bones
My heart feels heavy, intertwined with the physical pain she makes me feel every morning and the broken emotions were able to remember at night
Sometimes I feel emptiness on the torso of my body, that’s when she leaves and I’m left on my own
Sometimes I cry to remember I had her
At least when I was sad I felt something more than blankness
I look in the mirror and see my crystallizing eyes ‘so this is how it feels like to be dead yet alive
