Ennui

It's hard to think of beautiful things to say

When my mind is filled with mud and 

The rest is empty.

But I can still look at you

And say that you remind me of the moon and the stars

Because that's what lovers say to each other.

And I can hear your voice and think of the music

That I wish I could play.

And I can look into your eyes

And see more than brown and black and white.

And I can feel your skin against my face

And pretend like your bare back

Can lie between me and myself.

I can still look at you

And know there are words somewhere

To describe what it makes me feel

But I just can't seem to find them

In

All

This

Filth.

Reviews

[Kuandio]

Nice and straightforward with very interesting contrasts, and balance of yearning for something ideal versus some sort of oppressiveness that hinders the realization of this ideal. I like it

[Penelope Voljeti]

Thank you so much for reviewing!

[DirectTangent]

whoa!
This is power-ful.
Please pardon my obtuseness ... betrayal?
"Words to pretend" ... keep distance from real feelings.
I really like this. It is genuine, undisguised. In it, there seems to be accusations as well as regrets, and love seems still to be there. You say there are words somewhere - inn the lines of your piece.
Very well done.

[Penelope Voljeti]

Thank you so much for the feedback! Much appreciated :)