What does it mean if I can't keep you
Out of my mind
What does it mean when your face
Haunts me at every corner
Why do I want this to be different
The memory of you
Because I do
I want it to change
I don't want it to stay this way forever
When the only thing I think of when
I think of you is
Temporary mistake
So many loose ends
We left it like that
Messy and everywhere
We left it slapped on everything
Now it's hardening
I don't want to remember like this
Everything we had it's
FadingMessy and everywhere
Stuck in my hair
Brown like yours
It got in my eyes
Even they are a reflection of yours
Ocean blue
Looking in a mirror hurt to much
Everywhere
Somehow our story laces up in
The lyrics of every song
It gets tangled in the melody
Until it's wrapped around my head
Messy
The timid words
Like one whisper could blow us away
The length between us
Like whatever we have is
Poisonous
We are walking one eggshells
Afraid to open doors
Because one small movement could send the dust flying
And everything is better covered upMessy and everywhere
That's what you are
So why do I still want you
You, with your crazy hair and perfect smile and lovely eyes and fingers that leave me messy
Messy and everywhere
You leave me like a
Hurricane
Screaming and kicking and throwing and destroying and crying
Screaming into my pillows and kicking at my walls
Throwing everything that can shatter because hearing the break is better than everything else
Destroying paints and nails and woods
Taking hammers to all I know because suddenly everything
Everything
Was infused with you
Crying because I couldn't tell you about my messYou leave me everywhere
I float in and out
On ocean eyes
I leave myself in the clouds
I find pieces of me stuck in tress
Scattered to the wind
You left me broken
All of me was swept away
And I'm afraid
I won't be able to find the rest
Without you
You, who is
Messy and everywhere
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...