the push more than the fall.

he never looks into my eyes as he says, "sometimes i wonder what's going on behind those eyes. sometimes i wonder what you're so lost in.."

and i fell like screaming, "you. you are my every thought, breath, blink, and pitter-patter of my damaged heart strings. i think and i remember and i think of you some more. i keep hoping that if i think of you enough my mind will run out of thoughts and my heart will stop beating for you, and beat for me again. i keep hoping you'll become nothing more than a short-lived memory that would be over-looked if i blinked at the wrong time. but that never happens an i just get pull back into the whirlpool of broken memories and heart pieces and i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry but i can't let go of your life-jacket just yet."

but instead i tell you, "behind my eyes my brain is flipping all the upside down images my eyes picks up right side up, making them work again and showing me the beauty in every-day, even when i don't want to see it. and i'm swimming in baby blues and tears and sunrays that burn my eyes and it's hard not to get lost when you don't know what your supposed to do."

and you just roll your eyes, make a rude comment and walk away, taking a few more heart pieces with you and i'm left wondering what you're planning to do with something you clearly could care less about.