Dead Eyes
My love for you is a tasteless agony
A single shroud thrown over the rest of me
As I tip toe the path of masochism it only brings me closer to you
Because I don't believe that the bottle would bring the pleasure of damage that it used to
Your eyes are cement and storm clouds
And you yourself are fresh black ink smeared on the paper with tears and rain
I am unable to see through you
It is nearly impossible to read you
You do not allow me to see your pain
Constant restraint
I am the frigid mist that surrounds you at night
The solemn phantom that watches you while you sleep
The cold hand tracing your jawline and stealing the occasional empty, atmospheric kiss
The tense air on your lips
When you sometimes awake
I disintegrate before you can catch a glimpse of my face
Yet once, I believe, you were too quick for me
Finally you could see
The lone white essence watching over you
Realization spreads across your face
And as I fade away,
You smile apologetically
Before you fall back into your dreams
Copyright © Kearra Kramer | Year Posted 2015
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