you're good at making me feel small

always saying one line too much and i wrote this with my yes closed

texted you at 4am
sat on the kitchen counter and ate my pancakes
hoping to see the screen light up like your face
im so so far away

My eye are for you to gaze into to feel the emotions that you can’t
                            Compare with just a stare, my lips are for you to kiss to the way you do
                          When I am not with you , my ears are to hear the words that hurt , you so  ‘                        dear when you tell me the way you feel is unclear, my cheeks when they
                        Rise to form a smile thinking of the joy you bring, my hands are to feel the
                         Warmth of your while walking down the narrow path, my arms to wrap
                        Them around you to feel your heart beating next to mine, my legs as im
                         Walking down the path towards you, as these tears fill my eyes begin to
                           Fall , my lips forming a smile to make me feel tall, my ears that hear all
                      The awws , my cheeks begin to go down a I begin to frown, my hands are
                     Hurting from holding the thorns from the ground, as I reach the end of the
                   Path I see nothing there but the pieces of me you left behind.

Glare at me all you like,
I won't throw you
the detonation charges.
You'll have to find another way.
I lost sight of things
from the very beginning.
Blindness is such a relative term
though. I can see you,
I just can't see me.
Why? I can't justify.
Bias will fry us
for sure, but at least
it'll be a clean burn
--spiritual and environmentally safe.
Giving up cannot be an option,
so I will soldier on.
Death should be its own reward,
but I always hoped for more...