brick by Brick.

Apr 19, 2011 03:19

The reasons I get turned away are the reasons I get brought so closely.

Feigning optimism and trying to sympathize,
only to feel like a frolicking narcissist in a mirror maze.
A different plate of food in my face everyday
but the same upset stomach.
Cook me up a conversation
something lovely and fragile
because anything at it's peak beauty
is only seconds from that first step into decay.
Fate and destiny fighting over who I can pay attention to less
When you look at me you're only seeing the visible spectrum
When I take you in, I'm going beyond the macroscopic.
Entertaining waves and reverberations beyond your comprehension
having webbing conversations in my brain through metaphors
I can build the most splendid cathedrals in your honor for us to take solace
or watch it wither and methodically disband
brick by brick.

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Just trying to write a bit. I swear I'm not emo.
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