In Your Eyes

April 17, 2011

I could tell you that

they're hallucinations,

weaving in and out

of what used to be.

But it would be a lie.

You're always there,

as if we're completely separate

yet you continue burning me alive.

As if you can hear the thoughts I think,

so I try my best in not thinking a single thing.

As if you can feel my every touch,

so I try my hardest not to feel.

You allow the people that mean so dear,

to endlessly linger along your fingertips

unable to fully grasp them.

You run, before you even get the chance to walk.

You are trapped within,

like silence screaming at the top of it's lungs.

Waves crashing in dry.

Color, all fading into black and white.

I stand before you to sit behind you,

to tell you something I know nothing about.

I reach above you, to dwell beneath you

just so you can lift me back up.

We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars,

and we used to lay on our back and look up at them.

Discussing about whether they were made or only just happened.

How they glisten so close, yet so remotely far.

You must live with yourself,

choice or not. So know, and be able

as the days drift by,

to look yourself in the eye.

And I must live with myself,

choice or not. So know, I will one day

be able to look you in your eyes

and say goodbye.