Dec 28, 2009 21:12
One day I won't notice
the way your breath pauses when your trying to self correct your thinking
I'd like to think I could not see
the way your lips upturn when you think your lie is being believed
I wish I was blind
to the way your tone inflection shifts when you you don't believe what your saying
I'd like my head not to be filled with questions of why
when your inconsistencies between word, gaze, and body shift
visible as neon against a new moon's sky
I can only say I tried
but seeing
and then covering eyes
can in no way blind
the feeling of a heart
there's bliss in the ignorance
and pain in the knowing
heartache in the struggle
whether or not to point out I noticed
so I point to the wreckage
and say "see! there. it's done."
but the shout falls in tune to the crashing tides battering the shore
while everyone whose attention I'd hoped to catch
seems to be gazing at their toes
sinking in the sand
-me
12/28/2009
rambling