you can see through the dark,
right past all the fireflies that sleep in my heart.
I don't understand why
you can look directly in my eyes,
and not look away,
like you do to others.
But I like that.
you even compliment them from time to time,
[I like that even more]
though mine aren't anything special compared to yours.
To be honest, all I really understand,
all I really know,
is that there's a scar beside my heart that's engraved your name.
So as a result, you're impossible to let go.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...