Chris

Found this one again, I miss the intensity of feeling

I am all
scars and secrets black
eyes nicotine
stains, caffine, thc
residue hours in the gym
each morning hours
in my room each day obsessing
 over every
thing , trying to find some
quiet in the dark filled
up with lyrics of songs that
make me think of
You, of your clear blue
eyes
 soft hard fingers that could
brush away my dirt you
you’re so forgiving
understanding

 it hurts.
I want to kiss that
scar you showed me over
the counter with a light
smile, those lights so bright
dancing in the
hollows of your crystal
blue washing over your
pale skin pinning me under
your microscope
I don’t see like you
do filthy old 
me wanting to shy away
 disappear
 hide my made up
face from you,
 
your purity it
deafens me to all the whispers in my
head.  I’m scared you’ll see
straight through me, you
still half stranger
half a man I’ve
known one million life times over
strong
straight shooter Mr
 reliable
dependable you’ve got the world
hidden back there 

Secrets you’re protecting clenched
between back teeth years
 of your own scars held
beneath that tongue you use to
charm me
calming,
some how you are balanced
King of Coins that
drives too fast and
drinks too much

when it hurts

you could hold us steady
in your calloused palm

When it hurts
 you
will wipe your own tears off that
dirty face
you hide from me with that
hand I want to hold 

Reviews

[caesarkreshen]

I wish a girl had written this for me. It's strange, though, imagine a relationship where both people were writing this kind of stuff to each other? Sounds fun but impossible.

I am all
scars and secrets black
eyes nicotine
stains, caffine, thc
residue hours in the gym
each morning hours
in my room each day obsessing
over every
thing , trying to find some
quiet in the dark filled
up with lyrics of songs that
make me think of
You, of your clear blue
eyes
soft hard fingers that could
brush away my dirt

^ I really enjoy how this begins. Maybe our muses are in love.

[...]

Oh, I am speechless. Just tears.
I'll hold on to these words,
I cannot begin to tell you
how much I relate to them.
You're probably one of the most
perceptive people I've ever
come across,
and a spectacular poet.

[Chris]

This one has a strong after image... a taste of 'having' to explain - sometiing, a need to define a reaching perhaps.

You became more human.

Take care,
Chris

[JimmyFlux]

What a great line -- 'you could hold us steady / in you calloused palm'.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Disturbing, bleak and shocking all at the same time, flows very quickly so I had to read a few times, but the wording is excellent, a true and honest piece, well written, good read.