jeebus13
Bluelighter
The sunrise rings in my ears
like crickets in a cemetery
and I start to remember
what caring feels like
and what you felt like lying beside me.
Dreams of a long lost mermaid
wash away
like the shore I lived on
with you years ago.
I can almost smell the chill
of that new autumn rain
as I stood shaking at your door
on the last night
I let myself love you...
And we used to laugh
at the sound of that rain,
fighting sleep away
and making love
until our eyes felt
as if they were burdens
and we would have
no more of them...
except the eyelashes
that kissed my back tenderly
in the dark.
You used to tell me
that Tori Amos,
growling like a tiger,
was the sound of hurt-
and finally I hear it too.
I guess saying
I should've held on tighter
would be redundant by now
but every tear whispers your name.
I wish I could've listened better.
that I hadn't
deafened my own ears
with shouts of anger and fear
but it took all these years
to hear what you spoke so simply,
"Can't you see me?
Have you ever bothered to look?"
And I can answer you now-
I always saw you,
but I was arrogant enough
to prefer the sight of myself.
Now the mirrors burn my eyes
and you're far away...
and, tragically, long ago.
like crickets in a cemetery
and I start to remember
what caring feels like
and what you felt like lying beside me.
Dreams of a long lost mermaid
wash away
like the shore I lived on
with you years ago.
I can almost smell the chill
of that new autumn rain
as I stood shaking at your door
on the last night
I let myself love you...
And we used to laugh
at the sound of that rain,
fighting sleep away
and making love
until our eyes felt
as if they were burdens
and we would have
no more of them...
except the eyelashes
that kissed my back tenderly
in the dark.
You used to tell me
that Tori Amos,
growling like a tiger,
was the sound of hurt-
and finally I hear it too.
I guess saying
I should've held on tighter
would be redundant by now
but every tear whispers your name.
I wish I could've listened better.
that I hadn't
deafened my own ears
with shouts of anger and fear
but it took all these years
to hear what you spoke so simply,
"Can't you see me?
Have you ever bothered to look?"
And I can answer you now-
I always saw you,
but I was arrogant enough
to prefer the sight of myself.
Now the mirrors burn my eyes
and you're far away...
and, tragically, long ago.

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