Tuesday, January 19, 2010

I drew once

Pretty lines, sweet escape.
I drew once.
It formed an odd face. Diluted. Fake.
I thought hard about who it was. - - - I think it was myself.
Today I wanted more from you,
but I was terrified to speak. I always want more.
Thats what makes me so selfish.
I hid behind the typical. It saved me from the truth. From saying it.
It's easier that way,
you never notice.
I hope you do.
My right eye tries to show you what it's seen.
My left eye tries to show you what I really want.
You see neither.
You see nothing.

I've created the blindness. To protect the pretty lines.
To ensure a sweet escape.