Thursday, June 4, 2009

Liar, liar.

You can see it in her eyes, the amount of hurt she has suppressed, the guilt for the hurt she caused too.
You know of her scars, you have seen them on those perfect thighs, you tell her you care but you are never there for her.
You know those scars tell the story that you cannot speak, too many taboo topics and too many hurt words.
You know so much has been left unsaid, and things that should never have been voiced escaped parted lips.
You know too much, yet you know nothing, despite what you may think.
You think you can read her, though you clearly have no idea.
You think your hurt is the only one, but you turn your back to her, you will not see her waste away.
You think you are doing the right thing, but it may end up being very wrong.
All she ever wanted was to love you.

"When you close your eyes to see
The truth that's inside me
May you hold your breath to breathe
Your empty reality

If you had eyes to see
Down inside your stomach
Then you would understand
What I mean
Who I am
Who I am"
-Eyes to see by Flyleaf.
Too much Flyleaf and Garbage for Captain, methinks.

1 comment:

Nita said...

that sounds so familiar