• I flew on winged hands
    the sky was not a part of my scenery
    I must have four eyes
    because I am seeing both at once
    the now and the before
    I could get lost on the motion of time
    I never spoke my words when I could
    I kept them inside, like children
    sheltered from an adults world
    doubting they had the power to change anything
    and I noticed upon fixating
    that sometimes, the universe just isn't watching

    and I feel every damned beat
    of blood that flowed that day
    through my body as a felt you
    I want to wash my mind of you

    but my heart has said 'no' so many times
    It's persistence has caused new memories of you
    yet the old ones bind me to you
    and I see this same old war going on inside
    pushing and pulling like the tide

    and I realize: peace is the only option