I wake up to your pale blue eyes looking hard into mine,
Searching
Yearning
Longing for something in them you will never find.
I don't want to feel this way but I can't help but want to stay.
I know this is wrong and my heart screams for distance but I stare back unwaveringly.
Am I searching for something I will never find in you?
What if we're just faking?
Can I just walk away from you? From this? From US?
Can you?
When will this fantasy of mine become a reality?
When will my reality become my fantasy?
If I gave you my heart to protect, why do I feel like I'm walking on glass?
The pain numbs my feet as the blades slice into my skin, leaving a trail of tears in my wake to dilute the blood.
How much more of this can I stand? Of you? Of us?
What is lurking in those deep blue eyes of yours that hold all your secrets?
Will I go on like this, a bloody mess, with you at my side guiding me over broken glass?
Surely there's an easier way out.
Surely there is less pain on the other side.
Surely the grass is greener.
Surely walking on glass is more bearable than this.
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Soooo yeah, I'm no poet but lol here ya go Watties!
Love you chickies!
-Momma Duck!
(Lol I almost put the wrong letter on "duck"....... That could've been bad.....)
[Aka 👓👧]
