Are you afraid of my eyes, you always turn away when I look to meet yours. I think there was once a connection, but I can’t find it now. "Help me look?” I inquire. Surprised by the plea so apparent in my voice. I remember a night you cried and shared with me a deep wound I could only helplessly yearn to heal. I prayed for gentle steady hands and for the knowledge only gained from experience. You are a learning curve I’m traveling 100mph because I need to be there. To the postcard dreamscape destination that is you. Trust me its selfish and drunken hazy after hours remind me of that. Remember its selfish. Know your worth. Eyes do not meet mine and I cannot read your face. Lips form words I can’t hear in this void of a moment. You know I want that full emptiness filled with words, but nether of us are good with them. You have to know I want. That I don’t want. I’m a complex mystery you don’t have the time to figure you and hanging out with me is not easy. Why are you here? Is it a convenience of mutual friends and long forgotten urges? I am so fond of you. I want to tell you things. Little things. Things that make me happy and things that make me cry. I don’t think you can hear me in this void of a moment.
-mal harris
