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Looking into your eyes is the hardest part.
Sometimes to survive we have to stop believing. We have to give up that hope that something better exists because its absence is too much to bear and the hope in it does more harm than good. Tell ourselves that it is gone, that what we saw was never really there and reason away the things we feel. We live that way smiling, always smiling even in the mirror. Its not you that we fool, it is the reflection that has to believe.
In your eyes though there is you and then there is me and then it is all there. That place where the hope still lives, the dreams are still real and the spark that makes you smile and your eyes flash is kept locked away with only a peephole to look through and admire it. To know it though is to feel it, even from a distance and even in a reflection. It is always a feature of the memories and it is the most powerful feeling when a touch lingers and traces across a soul.
Misused words, love and soul, the passion and the pain. We have made them into so many things, tried to fit them into labels and explanations, generalizations that can be implied and understood. Never meant for such things and abused in these ways they are diluted and convoluted till love becomes separate from the soul and passion nothing to do with either and absent of pain. In the deep pools of chocolate iridescence there are no definitions and there doesn’t need to be. It pulls us in and washes over like a hard rain in the late afternoon. It’s natural and so warm even as we grow cold in the cooling air.
Dusk upon us and each our lives to return too, having to go our separate ways. Hands slip away, contact broken. Words spoken in silence that is heard only by our ears and it all smells sweet in the rain. Having to leave your gaze, leave that warmth that is in you.
It’s the hardest part of saying goodbye, when your eyes turn away.
Sometimes to survive we have to stop believing. We have to give up that hope that something better exists because its absence is too much to bear and the hope in it does more harm than good. Tell ourselves that it is gone, that what we saw was never really there and reason away the things we feel. We live that way smiling, always smiling even in the mirror. Its not you that we fool, it is the reflection that has to believe.
In your eyes though there is you and then there is me and then it is all there. That place where the hope still lives, the dreams are still real and the spark that makes you smile and your eyes flash is kept locked away with only a peephole to look through and admire it. To know it though is to feel it, even from a distance and even in a reflection. It is always a feature of the memories and it is the most powerful feeling when a touch lingers and traces across a soul.
Misused words, love and soul, the passion and the pain. We have made them into so many things, tried to fit them into labels and explanations, generalizations that can be implied and understood. Never meant for such things and abused in these ways they are diluted and convoluted till love becomes separate from the soul and passion nothing to do with either and absent of pain. In the deep pools of chocolate iridescence there are no definitions and there doesn’t need to be. It pulls us in and washes over like a hard rain in the late afternoon. It’s natural and so warm even as we grow cold in the cooling air.
Dusk upon us and each our lives to return too, having to go our separate ways. Hands slip away, contact broken. Words spoken in silence that is heard only by our ears and it all smells sweet in the rain. Having to leave your gaze, leave that warmth that is in you.
It’s the hardest part of saying goodbye, when your eyes turn away.