Of Windows and Jars

Loving you feels like trying to keep unattainable things locked up, kisses on jars, touches saved on empty containers for later, your laughter described in detail on hundreds of pieces of paper. Or the look in your eyes in golden picture frames on my walls. It feels like chasing the wind, breathing you in, and when I breath you out you run, abandoning me, leaving me breathless, heartless, hopeless, leaving me with nothing. And I can't help any of it, my resolutions dilate on your skin, as you make it sound so sweet when you take everything from me. It feels like you're doing me a favor, when you lie as you put me down, for sacrifice or worship, I can’t never guess which will it be. I let all of you take all that’s left of me, under the moonlight that’s sneaking through the window shining white and cold dressed for the occasion, like it knowns all those things that I keep denying the mistakes I keep on making, my heart that continues to go on only for you, and your eyes that have no intention of saving a single part of me.