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seeing through glasses that are not my own
by Ava Blu
I had to take off my glasses and type this
I dont want to see the keys,
I just want to feel them
you are blurry for me
and I dont want to have to take any of this back
so
I took my glasses off
because this is really the only way to see
without the shield
without me wanting to run
Im not going to be cliché and say I am damaged,
though I know you already think I am
but I will say that I am now saying all of the things I always wanted to say
and I am doing the things I always wanted to do
Im not going to be sappy
Im not going to put my glasses on to see you
I dont need to
even when I close my eyes,
I can feel something near me
and no, I dont know if its you
and no, I dont know if its him
no more sighing over these keys,
pretending Im writing something for you
something I can wrap up and place inside your heart
to replace your bitterness
I am aching to see again
but now I find myself enjoying the dark too much.
11/24/2008 Posted on 11/25/2008
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/25/08 at 04:15 AM Personally, I like to leave the TV on. Something, you know? Beautiful write. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/25/08 at 02:40 PM A lot feeling spilled on this white page with the blood red letters. They say time heals all things but they never tell about the scares or the scabs. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 12/02/08 at 05:09 PM Mmmmhmmmm. Last two lines are lovely. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/04/08 at 11:43 PM The 'rose coloured' text is a sublime touch of irony. It's anything but blurry from our perspective :> |
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