Your eyes; I always found them to be so beautiful
They had a walled mysterious depth, that drew me then
Perhaps always will.
These days you're like autumn in December,
Both that occur, but never together
Just like we meet but never look.
As for when we happen to look, by chance
Your eyes never fail to convey to me
That all I am to you now is a stranger
Yet somewhere, when I push through your multiple walls
Which I realize had always existed, keeping a part of you hidden, like a well protected secret
Walls vandalized, with black paint that writes oblivion
I find a question, the cold blooded murderer of my nights
- Why him?-
From where you stand, I destroyed one and from where I do,
I saved three. You, me and him.
You; for I left you broken, clearly knowing you were on your knees
but your heart didn't cease to beat
Which it would've later, when it would have beaten only for me
Only to be told I wasn't worthy of it
Me; for only I saw the wounds on my wrist from trying to keep myself from letting go of your hand
Later, only to choose between you over me or me over you. Trust me, I would always choose the former.
Him: for he would never believe the old fables again,
The ones that said that 'love, when pure was all that mattered'
Later, to be a man that chose mind, but had a caged animal within that blindly chose heart. Perhaps wiser to keep it caged
So now, do you see me as the one who saved
Or the the one who wrecked?
You needn't answer that
Your eyes already did it for me.