They say ," One Day it will be All fine."

Let that Day be Today .

My Lord.

You can tell exactly what I'm feeling simply by looking into my eyes
My eyes never lie

You want to know the truth?
Look into my eyes
You want to know what I'm feeling?
Look into my eyes

My eyes have exposed me too many times
more than I want
more than I can count

My eyes tell it all
My eyes don't care about the things I want to keep hidden
Don't care about the things I want to keep to myself
They will tell you who I am even if you are a stranger passing by

My eyes are all for truth
and nothing but the truth.

I can feel what I want to write
I can feel the words running through my veins
I can feel them
So I hold my pencil to write but my page is still empty
I try to speak them but still nothing comes out

I can feel them
I want to put them in writing like I used to
but now
for some reason, it's getting harder and harder

My mind and hand are not on the same page anymore
I don't know why
I don't know what happened
But something did happen
They used to be in harmony, my mind and hand
But I guess my messed up mind is affecting my everything now

I want to put my feelings in writing but my hand is refusing
I can feel them
but not enough to put them in writing I guess
Not enough to convince my hand to write

I have never felt this way about anyone before
With you
it is just easy
With you
it comes naturally

I try so hard not to have these feelings because at the end it only hurts me
It only poisons my heart
The more I have these feelings, the more stained my heart gets
I do not like the power you have over me

No.
No, it is not love
It is not love that I have for you
It is hate
I hate you.

I close my eyes.
There is a home inside here somewhere.
I remember.
It sinks slightly to the left.
My knees are covered in mud.
The trees have pushed into the living room,
sunflowers are rotting out the woodwork.
I have grown awkwardly into the floorboards.
They remind me that is okay.
I forget.
It keeps me full,
all this emptiness.
The windows are all open.
The hinges let go of every door.
I learn.
Trace the outline of each frame,
hear the echo of hollow footsteps:
"Love more,
love more,
love more."
I have never been here before.
This is what it must be like;
beginning.