your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.

Night could not be blacker
here, no street light to see by,
but when the Moon is full
casting eerie glows over the sea;
phantoms appear dancing.

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived

How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
Became?

birth and death are the same point on the circle of life, some circles are bigger than others, some are more colorful, some are jagged some smooth, fill the center with the color of love and gratitude