You tend to hide your eyes
from mine, but I always find
them.
my gaze is powerful
like a magnet, and with that
I lock yours, catching the
bruise in your pupils for just a second.
I can tell you're hurt.
by the way you speak it looks
as if they were cuts on your tongue..
oh, how many times you must have
bitten it, just to keep those
words inside. Still, you keep on doing it.
and I can't understand why you'd want to let fear swallow you,
but I stand with you.
in this emptiness.
because I, I have always
been here, I don't wear lip gloss
but my lips are always soft for you.
like cushions waiting for your head to lay there,
waiting for your soul to fall into them.
I don't know what you're ashamed
of, I don't know why you don't get too close
or why you refuse to let me
comfort you.
all I know is, that the sun always leaves
room for the moon when he goes down,
I know that the tea on the kitchen counter
is slowly getting colder and the crickets
are already asleep.
I know that my heart is a porcelain vase,
breakable, yet lovely..
and I'm waiting,
for you to realize
that I've never given up on you.
that you fell into my pockets two years ago.
and you're still in there.
