His face
His eyes
His lips
His sighs
I trace
The lines
That intertwine
Upon his skin
It's a dream world I'm in
When I'm with him
(m.p.)

His love left him cold,
Closed to the world around him.
The world that kept reaching toward him,
He just kept pushing away.
Lovely's laid at his feet,
Begging to be seen through his eyes.
Yet his eyes remained closed,
As did his heart.

your silky skin is peeking from
the hole at the bottom of your jeans
you give me the vaguest stare
i have no choice but to stare back
until i can see the stars in your eyes
and how they connect into constellations
that tell stories about where you've come from
i read them all day long

i watch as you drift off
hiding from your thoughts that tell you
that you're inadequate
and see your every breath become slower
the rhythm of them makes my heart swell
it is its own kind of art
something unexplainable to behold
i sit in awe as i realize
what you mean to me

i've been frantically asking
for all of the wrong things
like a first kiss, a hand around my waist
some loose change

what i actually need
are a few true friends
an intriguing book, a canvas
and time to think

i've always been so vivacious and bubbly
constantly going out of my way
just to say a simple
hi

but lately, i have been finding it
extremely difficult to breathe
when anyone glances at me
i feel my sanity flowing out of my fingertips
i'm drowning in my own
nothingness