if there was someone who could see

read for real.

Unknown

Baby boy I know right now it stings
In the pit of your stomach
And surface of your eyes
On the tip of your tongue
On the tingling of your ears
On the redness of your lips
And on your jutting shoulder joint.
It hurts to know.
To see.
To hear.
To touch.
But more than that it hurts
To be seen and heard and touched
It hurts to be known in the silence of another
You can’t see and you can’t hear and I don’t think you know
I know.
I really know.
And that must hurt most of all…
To know so deep inside of yourself
To let the blackness and iciness in your heart
Simply remain,
Until it consumes
But more than it hurts to be seen and touched
And more than it hurts to be known in the silence of another
It hurts to be

Unknown

In a world of faces you think you know.
The deepest depths of their eyes sting your unmatchable surface
Their words reach the tingling outer brim of your ears
And caress the frame of your lips
And they see the words you’ve painted
Do Not Enter
And the words and glances and shallow embraces die off like laggers in a race
But I’m still running Baby Boy.
I won’t stop.
Ever.
Ever
Yes, forever I will run for you.
And most of all it hurts to be unknown
But I know.
And most of all it hurts to be unloved,
But I love you.
So, stop hurting


Mascara

Let it run in streaks of black
With rainbow ambience
Let it clutter corner eyes
With trashy clumps
Let it fall like a jumper
With vengeance to die
Let it run in streaks of black
In streaks of charcoal
In streaks of gray
In streaks so pure

Let it disappear.
Let it all be gone forever
Let me love you
Let me love you
Let it run in streaks of black
Here’s your Father’s cry
Let me love you.
Little boy, it’s okay to be little sometimes.

And

And so how well do you know?
I don’t even offer a chance.
I’m still hiding.
Do you even see?
Inside me
Something’s happening
I see it in you too
Something happening
It stirs within
And magnetizes your pupils
And they fall into your soul
And I’m yanked,
With a chain on my neck into your being through the pupils of your eyes
It’s hard for me to look at you,
But I’m already in.
And it’s hard cuz I wonder have you been pulled too?
Do you dwell in my soul
Past iris and coal
Me in you
And you in me
Im frightened
And it scares me to feel.
Don’t look at me.
Please.