For you...

I say what I shouldn’t have
And you say nothing that I want you to
I lay my insides out
And I know I shouldn’t have
I look back at it already and I know…
I know that I have been a fool
A fool to believe what I imagine is true
What I imagine will be true
But I still do
I cannot be otherwise
I look at you and I am blank
A picture flickers and dies
It has me and you and a happy smile in it
You look at me and smile
You say it smells of wet grass
I think yes
Yes it does
It smells of wet tears…

Painfully Beautiful

What I see in front of me,
is painfully beautiful
If I could reach out, touch,
I would soak in the colors
The puppet has my hands tied
Fault lines I cannot see, heave to life
Spewing out images of what was,
what could be,
what walked away
Images I don't want to see
Images that mock
Images exhumed
Friends of the puppet
I watch the parody
Laugh with the grains of a story
told in black, white, silver and grey
The images, the puppet, the colors applaud
I cannot clap
The puppet has my hands tied
The pain sinks in through my eyes
It is beautiful