Unseen

Two hands and wrists heavy from heart scarred sleeves

two left feet that keep stumbling into the wrong headspace of thought

rational words of space and time should fall upon a sympathetic ear

but the angry reds of swollen eyes are screaming at me to adhere to my own internal rules.

Two eyes that dig deep and burrow into your secrets

two arms that hold too tightly to foolish promises of romantic notions

disposing of my jaded thoughts with sling shots of dismissed comments

but the fear that creeps besides me shadow boxes all attempts to rise above.

Two lips that tell too much and too quickly to remember

two ears that hear the negative like surround sound from the best seats of the house

idealistic and imperfect dreams and desires painted with oil slicks upon a blank canvas
but without vision the color bleeds to muddled brown to paint with shades of gray.