My Window

She has trouble finding love here.

And I know why, but I can't help her.

It used to be easy for me to dance around flaws and see the good in all people,

But right now I see no one trustworthy of my state of mind.

Where I'm from they tell you, 

"Fall in love with souls and only LUST the bodies."

But why neglect these bodies that cannot intend to hurt you?

A touch only holds promise of that moment.

I thrive in them..

And I'm sorry, but

Baby these girls out here are cannibals.

And I see your tears and I hear the 'broken' in you

But I fear that they've devoured all the love I had left.

And my heart is no longer a blank canvas on which you can paint whatever scene you find beautiful.

And it is my fault I dealt to the wrong artists.

They painted my window of hope black and I can no longer see through to you.

I hope you shine your brightest so I can see you flicker one day.

See my love is solar powered so it is required that you brighten my days.

And then maybe I'll gain strength and push back this baggage,

And run in the other direction.

Run towards these promises you fill my head with

If I am so sure that your intentions are broken soul-stitching heaven on earth.

But as for now.

My window stays black.

My pride's been torn.

They hold onto my back so that I can't move forward.

I'll be waiting.