The clouds in my eyes
are the leftovers from the storm in my heart
that sends howling winds through the empty crevices of my bones.
My words are stained glass windows
altering the truth
changing with the light from
I hold onto the hopes
that you're blind to the reality
that hides in the abyss within me,
the deep sea of amorphous visions
that I drown in
is the exact ocean of thought
where I sail on without direction
looking for my northern star
that is constantly in the darkness.
My thoughts linger around you,
and through you,
and in you,
basking in your essence
knowing this is not real.
I let my imagination
loiter in your image,
a distraction from the reaction of the world.
My feelings become too heavy
to be contained by the strings that
attach our broken hearts together.
following a faded map to nowhere
craving the taste of adventure
on their lips that have crossed so many paths
but not the right one,