you don't see it
(you don't see me)
your eyes are new
and your spirit is still fresh
i'm a dangerous idea
wrapped up in flesh and blood
i wait for you to notice
to notice i'm not the kind who
can give you love
anymore
it kills me to know that someday soon
i'll be the first one
to teach you that people
are as hard and cold as the earth
beneath your tender, trusting feet
that expired promises
don't keep
you changed me
me, with my steel skin
(young heart)
and stone gaze
(wild)
you wonder why i pull away
(look your way)
you wonder why you say you love me
and why i never say
anything
(the same)
you killed me
you, the first one to teach me that
when angels finally fly your way
there's no reason they can't fade
into a passing glance
(an agonizing)
into the eyes of
a once-too-familiar stranger
(the other half of myself)
Written back when emotions were still fresh. Now, I exist as a statue.