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There it goes again,
My stupid heart.
In search of a pain brand new.
Finds always more than is due.
Leaves leave the trees;
curt and unceremoniously.
Autumn takes over.
But this sweet smell of summer
still rings my ears.
Loud and long
Spring water clear.
Enough to numb my soul.

Enough to leave mosaics 
Of bloody love lines,
On the whites of my eyes.
These lines,
they carry destiny,
Written.
Carry the story- past, future
And tears heavy with sweat.
These Curious Twins 
that carry tears, 
See more than required.
Weaving nuanced lies.
When did I get so good at this?
Evil evil eyes.

Slurry, slippery
It doesn't know where to stop
Or how to stop either.
Stammers, Stutters, fumbles- 
My dumb mouth.
It picks thoughts from my head and puts them into words;
Words take away from the meaning mostly.
And they reach your head in a different form altogether.
So pointless.
Still look how I won't stop talking.
So proud and profound.
Blah blah blah.
Brain too stressed to make sense.

There it goes again,
In search of new pain.
Salty Fresh Blue Bruises.
New lines- of worry,
And of laughter too again.
Let's find some pain,
get all wise and funny.
And light.