We as Humans

Lost.

They can't find you anymore.
Once so familiar
your eyes have gone dark.
Once so open
your curtains are now closed,
doors locked
and shutters drawn.
Loose threads disappear
leaving no way to unravel you.
Calculated,
your words no longer shed light,
but only fill a void with hot air.
Smile, love.
It really did suit your face
when it was so honest and innocent
and the corners of your mouth
didn't whisper lies.
The excitement has died
and in its place
all you've left is memories.
Where's the ladder
to your tree house?
You've replaced your scent
with smoke
so they can't ignore
while you crash and burn.
Your attempts to cover it
in cheap cologne
really just make it worse
though I'm sure you're aware.
Are you really willing
to fall away?
You shove people back so hard
they skin their knees on the fall.
Maybe you do it
so you can say
that you've never been a fan
of the injured.
Laughter should warm souls
but like a drug
yours is just
an illusion.
You're doing everything right
for all the wrong reasons.
Or maybe
you're doing everything wrong
in all the right ways.
You'll say it doesn't matter regardless.
Does it matter to you though?
They love to convince themselves
that this isn't
the real you.
But it's beginning to seem
like maybe
it's the before that was fake.
The ignorance of the damage
or the lies covered with words
are both not what they should be.
Rose colored glasses
are fading to clarity.
Maybe this is who you are
but love,
it would be much better to believe
that you're just
lost.