you thought her eyes were a window
in the room that housed her soul
and the things you saw behind it
made you think she'd make you whole
so you started throwing pebbles
begging her to let you in
until the signs of your affection
appeared as bruises on her skin
but what you'd failed to notice
was that her curtains were drawn tight
and the promises you thought you'd seen
were just tricks of the lights
she'd become just a reflection
of who you wished that she would be
with a life to make yours better
and perfect personality
so when her window shattered
and you peered into her room
you found a very different person
to the one that you'd assumed
and i hope you begged forgiveness
for the glass left on her floor
and for thinking that a person
owed it to you to be much more.
-e.h, maybe i should rename this book collections from atticus and e.h?
YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
