You left too early to grant me personal wisdom, but left enough of a trail to guide my thoughts. These words are written with you in mind, your eyes seeming to know these words before I write them myself. Your birds and your nature are held behind my eye sockets with the undertones of drugs and fear. King of Lizards.

I tried to be your inspiration.
I left.
You left.
And so did your poetry.

I don't see through these frames like I used to. The blindness portrayed by none other than myself. Accidental smudges. ***** frames.

He opens up in incognito, he lets her know through broken text. The emotions he feels, the way that he talks easily depicts what she does for him. He doesn't want to see her, all he wants is same. She promised friendship but all he got was blame. She's showing off to him, she shows him bones that do not fit, but they were cheap and easy to find. He rests shaken, knowing that he was cheap and easy too.

To the mind that has only offered compassion and the best, how long will you hold your guise? How long will it take before it's shattered? You've been holding on for so long, can't you see how easy it is to slip? Just let go you say. Just. Let. Go.

Sometimes. I envy the clouds. The ability to escape large crowds, where stagnant lines come from pained mouths, lines of songs yet unwritten to lines of pain and hatred. Lines that make others wish they were dead where they stand just so someone else can feel content with themselves. This disgusting creature of a society churns like a hungry machine, eating the ignorant teen and spewing out those with a mental illness. Allowing these people to play their bodies like violins and to play target practice with the roof of their mouths. So yeah, sometimes I do envy the clouds.

You’ll never see that side of me. The closest you will ever touch is right here. No matter how hard you try to pry me open I will stay closed. This isn’t for anyone to see. I’ve closed the emotional side of me a long time ago. I’m sorry.