Watching you be happy is a car crash.
It\'s horrible but I can\'t seem to look away.
Even when my heart breaks again I still manage to feel things for you with the leftover pieces.
I want to scream but also want to connect with you, so I\'ll stitch my mouth.
Being poetic is more than a look or a feeling or even a touch.
It\'s the understanding and the way words intertwine so when one is left speechless, the other can say exactly what they intended.
Your eyes are nice too, but how can I see them when your head is turnt watching her sleep.
Hopefully one day all the pieces will be gone and I can just be numb instead of feeling the way I feel for you.
That would be nice.
But so are your eyes.