Little Things in Life

The Cruel Beauty

People can say so many things with only a few words, 

but my mind doesn't seem to understand. 

Don't overthink, it say.  

People can talk with ease, talk with the flow of water, 

but my mouth has a life of it's own.

Listen to your mind, it scolds. 

People have beautiful words that are said naturally, 

but my eyes wonders off the page.

Don't listen to anyone, it demands. 

People are complicated, but lead simple lives away from the mess, 

but my fingers linger at the door. 

Open it, it whispers.  

People are cruel, and beautiful; it's a cruel beauty. 

and so is my past as those twisted fingers grabs ahold the handle.