If Your Eyes Still Listen

 
Dusting off old poetry because it doesn't matter anymore.  Doesn't hurt anymore.  It looks clear to me in looking back at this, I was trying to take blame for myself.  Or am I apologizing?  Or am I just kissing ass...?  Uggh sometimes even your own poetry is hard to translate lol
If Your Eyes Still Listen
For the puppydog love I made with you Those patterned actions it made me do Another baby crying you could not stand Taxing your energy and lending no hand I stunted the growth we both would need To fill the house with love and deed The hill that one must climb to grow I lost my footing and fell down too low Far deep down to this cold cruel place No food no rest where hearts must race Against the hour, the night, the day My ways weren't worth this price I pay Strength and weakness indiscernible Paths carved out from roads unturnable The wrinkled scars upon my brow Tend fields of shadow left to plow To hold the treasure that made me palpable To start again and find I'm capable For the one next kiss upon my face Your soft hands stroke me filled with grace Though I broke down from work or school and casted my life into a foolish pool My mouth for you I sealed with tape To still be your hero, tights and cape My words they had betrayed me then They weren't intended to lose a friend Our dreams outgrew our actions thus Self-fulfilled nightmares caused by fuss For all my negligence that lead you to tire My energy, your heat, this enthalpy, that fire A shoulder to rest on, a body to hold Our furnace of feelings turned off and made cold To all my inadequacies I resist their intrusion Mending molecular rifts with atomical fusion Just because its invisible doesn't mean its not there Brain chemicals cause my eccentric nightmare All my possessions, please don't think it funny I'll offer to you, my incalculably rare honey Your heart never held a malice for me All these looks in the mirror have led me to see The chips are all piled up high on the table For a new gentle touch I shall be made able One more error or phone call, my freedom will end Chance I would make for such beautiful friend For the greatest man I know I could be I'd climb to the apex to have your eyes see Emanating all good, exorcising all bad I'd keep you and ***** blessed safe warm and glad For ***** ***** ******, with passion Because my lovesick way is not greater Than the love, from which it came January 26, 2006