Deaf Ears

The sight of you warms my heart, fills it with passion,

My eyes drink you in and hold you there,

Before carrying you to my mind,

Where you dance, you move gracefully,

You pull me in like a current carrying me to crystal clear pool,

Your eyes are hypnotic deep and full of life,

Your beauty speaks to me like poetry,

I try to express myself to you,

Tell you how you move me,

Just being yourself,

I choose my words like a perfectionist,

Wrap them in emotion,

I pour my heart and soul into them,

To reflect the beauty I see back to you,

I want to be your mirror to show you who you really are,

Without your insecurities and self depreciation,

I want to show you who you really are,

Flawed like anyone but unique, unlike any other,

Only one of you exists in all the world,

You aren't a carbon copy of the other women walking through the world,

You are beautiful,

Like a blooming flower,

So I speak these words to you,

These truths that come deep within me,

Perhaps from my soul it's self,

But these words, these words containing my very essence,

Wrapped in passion and spoke without hidden motivation,

 These words containing my heart, these words containing my soul,

These words containing truth, containing me,

Fall on deaf ears,

I watch them fall to the ground, I watch them lose all meaning, gasp for breath and die,

I can feel their suffering deep inside me as they're dying,

I can feel their sadness knowing that they never mattered,

I can feel a part of myself lost forever,

As I fall on deaf ears,

I look into your eyes,

But you don't see me,

I don't register, I don't exist, I don't matter,

Not to you.

You don't reject me because you don't even acknowledge that I exist,

And you can't reject what isn't there,

I am a ghost in your world,

Walking around unseen,

Speaking words unheard,

Deaf ears and blind eyes,

At least to me,

All my passion all my words all the beauty that I see in you,

Will never reach you,

Because you can't hear a word I say,

You can't see the sincerity on my face,

Because you don't know I am there,

I am right in front of you,

All you'd have to do is open your eyes and listen,

But you simply just don't care,

I am not good enough for you,

I am a nobody,

Just another ghost,

Just another lost poet,

A weirdo,

Standing in front of a woman with no eyes,

Speaking to a woman with no ears,

I watch my flower that once bloomed so big and bright,

Turn brown, wither and die,

Words of passion lying dead on the ground,

Next to the dried dead flower,

I leave the flower it was never mine, just a dream I had,

But I collect my words off the pavement and put them back inside my heart,

So they can live again,

You are gone, you walked away,

But I am no ghost, no lost poet, I'm no weirdo, 

You are just blind and deaf,

A dried up flower painted up to fool the eye,

Fool the heart, fool the soul,

You took a piece of me that I can't get back,

But I gave it to you freely,

Fooled by your facade,

You left me with a scar,

But I have many others,

Left on me from speaking poetry to dried up wilted flowers,

I thought I saw them blooming,

I thought I heard them singing,

Entranced by their sweet song,

Awed by the beauty of their bloom,

Feeling that passion swell inside me,

So certain the cause was you,

A beauty rare and unique,

And the words flowed from my heart and danced upon my lips,

Begging to be set free, yearning to be heard,

Pleading to be spoken,

Only to wither and die on the heartless ground,

Spoken from a ghost you're too blind to see,

My passion, my words falling from your ears, ears too deaf to hear.