When I look into his eyes, I see a man distant, a thinker, a visionary. True eyes that looked beyond. I swore he could see his future. He watched the morning sun rise, but speak of sadness for what comes at dawn. He spoke of children, without mention of a wife. There was a painful foresight in his eyes, or perhaps, he’s gone blind to the present and those present.
Breakup
21/12/14 – Winning the Breakup
He had his hand covering his mouth, and she purposely forgot to put on mascara. Oh how they desperately worked to win this ordeal between them. So, in an icy tongue as their hearts burned in slight regret, they swore never again. Both smiled, both stood, both wished each other, best of luck. But as they turned away, and walked on, they imagined the other being so stone hearted. But both were crumbling, with every step departing.
15/12/14 – Chink in the Armor
I had gotten used to the silence without you, but at the simple hello, a crack in the veil — a chink in the armor, exposed all of myself to you. And I flooded, and poured, emotions I thought were left buried. You’ve exorcised my hate, but I’m afraid I’m left defenseless. You must have remembered how easy it is to get to me. I guess I hoped that you wouldn’t be so cruel.
A Written Year 2014 