I question the pond if you see the same reflection..
The same appreciation, the same thought all ******* in one piece.
One place, one mystery.. I’m curious about you, but I digress.
How do you know I am a deep thinker?
How does one know I’m not faking it?
The way I just see the gift you hold and the way your intentions move through the spirit of your eyes.
I noticed a lot..
A lot of stuff, but I don’t say it out loud.
To me you are something, but I can’t describe it.
I can only erase it, it seems.
Erase the noise and fill the void.
I never heard of such words attached to a flower before.
Attached to space within when I barely noticed my own.
The pain carried inside and page of the paper I hold torn as the soul of my very own.
I don’t exist.. Do I exist to you somehow?
Do I stand on my own two feet?
Do I matter to you somehow.
I’m questioning if this is real or not, if I’m seeing things.
I would rather be a crow, a bird instead of a human..
I rather look at the world and look at it as an outsider.
A ghost, a skeleton, a poet, but you keep pulling me back into this picture of being seen.
I don’t understand, yet I grapple with the idea of being heard.
It doesn’t make any sense to me, I’m just confused with the way I hold things.
The way I matter to you it’s all confusing and scary.
Sometimes I block out the noises, but they keep coming back..
I block out my heart for you, but it lands on that day..
That one day.. where I gave you a card and we laughed together..
It was something new and I didn’t know how much I would mean to you later on.
How mutual this whole thing..
I’m so confused..
The darkness from the water is filled with rain..
The same rain that drowned me in the car, cried in a river.
Get the ****** tools and make nothing out of it..
Call me by my name, but I don’t see you.
Sometimes I look forward to seeing you, as you interest me.
I don’t say anything because my mind doesn’t have an ending of thoughts.
The layers are cold, but nothing is broken.