Beyond Your Eyes is a Galaxy Where the Lies Melt in the Milky Way

It's the same old bullshit.

Day in. Day out.

You've got magic inside your eloquence,

the way words spill over

like 1000 poems on the pavement,

scattered lies covered in daisies.

I have nothing but a quill,

keen eye for the blind,

silver ink dying the crimson papyrus,

Egyptian queens slathering make-up

over eyes that remind me of yours.

Blue meets black and I see,

I finally see, the real thing:

weakness beyond tears,

fiction dissolving in the morse code

of your pink over black, black under pink,

sharp dilation through misty gray.

You have a sea of reconciliation

past that forest of dark lashes;

I cannot help but gaze longingly,

staring into a stream full of stars

you never cared to share.

Every day you fill me with falsetudes,

personal insecurities paling

against the sunspots on my soul.

But beyond your eyes is a galaxy,

I want to linger in the stars,

ride the Milky Way to your soul

to the castle beyond the labyrinth

just so I can decipher

what it is you mean

when you say

"I don't love you anymore"