Miscellanea

Troubled

I used to look at you and wonder
how a troubled boy like you
would talk about big dreams
and paper airplanes and sunken ships

I used to wonder
how your troubled eyes
would look beyond shallow waters
and misshapen thoughts and vices

I used to say aloud
how amazing you were
and how enchanting it was
to know your name and the stories we told

Half a decade passed by
and I look at you with the same troubled eyes
and I wish I looked beyond the swallowed words
and your silent cries and misshapen world
I wish I knew what you were telling me
that damage seeks out damage
and that I am damaged too
And you can't help but pour yourself to me
Maybe that's why when I was full
You felt empty all these years