You’re a picture I needed to draw my stories around back when my thoughts steered towards you.
Disapproval laments you but memories confined in a strained mind hold me back.
An image refuses to leave you behind: a gaze held, a jaw clenched. It killed me.
You asked me to breathe but my breaths overpowered me. I drowned.
You were centuries away. The speed of light couldn’t catch up to you.
You took notice of my senseless mumbling: a cascade of sounds merging with thin air.
Whispers encumbered by the weight of my feelings translate into words only for you to know.
I spoke and I spoke but I never came out. Yet, you discerned the truth in my lies.
But you were shallow water.
I understand now that I’ve always been blind. I’m always looking at people with curious eyes; trying to understand, trying to forge a feeling.
Everyone’s a blank face.