THE FIRST TIME...

 

Spinning empty bottles

I come undone.

For a moment

Thinking of things

That goes unsaid

I haven't heard your voice,

But I know when you speak.

I do not follow your words,

But I know what you say.

I cannot know your immense joy,

But I feel the sting of your venom!

 

You leave me in a world

Filled with curiosity;

And I sometimes I get away from me.

Thinking we were mirrors of each other

I lay bare,

Hoping you possess some traits of me;

Rather than the unconscious and unresolved issues you see.

So I bleed willingly as you wound my soul

Knowing that you don’t really care about me.

If only you were the change I seek to be in this world,

As I foolishly LOVE that which I hate…

 

Feeling drawn to reflect

Your inner self back at you,

The parts that don’t show

True beauty, divinity, sweetness, or the light.

It was like you had the soul of another…

And the pieces of you that remain,

Are the ties that bind.

The ones that try to clutter my mind

Of the thoughtless thoughts

That can ONLY be me seeing you,

For THE FIRST TIME all over again…