Staring into pools I see glass eyes ready to break
Reflection shows that they're not china - emotionless and cold
But they are eyes that feel and are eyes with which
love has danced, cried, and hurt
and hurt they have
bearing this crumbling complicated heart of mine.
But listen eye of emotion - hear what you do.
Once I thought in you existed a murmur - where I felt your love?
Or was it hope? Or something?
Now it may be desperation of unrequited feeling or
alcohol crying and seeping every element and essence of bottled emotion?
Sometimes I wish I could see you as you are
or what is
or what was.
Have I been walking with my eyes cast down?
Moulding reality into a plastic pretense?
It's too cold to touch. It breaks.
All warmth is lost.
Pray for strength, please don't let me cry.
Drink me, taste me but such sadness is a salty statement
a tale of how I wish for you, a confession of how I loved you.
Time. It holds learning tales and thoughts tell me, explain that
Both the emotional and calendar clock have traced twice.
Time to forget you -often I do?
but watching you with my eyes. Now.
It's uncontrollable. Sour salt scathes all strength.
Bless don't. Again. I beg my being to let me go -
heart find my head and free me to love and feel again.
