Climb into my mind and see

Swimming through my feelings

It’s you I’m thinking of

Frankly, I think my oceans deep enough.

I hope you swim good.

Theres still a few lost at sea.

Overboard.

Overseas.

Robbed the booty, and

Walked the plank.

Then wondering why my cannons out.

Trying to relate ships.

Trying to become mates.

So I set sails and drift away.

They asking where I’m going,

I’m trying to see what’s past the horizon.

Like there has to be a reason why the sun sets behind it,

Together it’s so beautiful.

I’m getting tired seeing this water,

Ignoring the simple fact that answers are within.

Don’t read this and get see sick on this journey through my mind.

You can exit through my eyes.

So you can see where I’m headed.

If not,

There’s another exit,

My behind.

Putting up fronts but when really what he has turned to me are his back.

I’ve been there,

Bending down on one knee, anchoring my helping hand.

Then as soon as he grabbed hold.

I wake up in the same place as the rest of them.

Asking, “why are you so tall?”

But he can’t hear me.

The smoke is loud and the lights are bright.

Laying in the dimness of my being,

In actuality it was his shadow.

But You swore to me I was your guiding light.

Flashing lights,

Flash backs.

I wear glasses in secrecy,

The clarity is sometimes hard to bare.

I have 2 naked eyes, and don’t like keeping them closed.

Exposed to Everyone.

I put on an eyepatch.

It’s said, “the eyes are the windows to the soul”, but

How can you get in, if you don’t have both keys?

 

Stay with me please.

 

So now I’m walking around awkward as fuck.

Who would want to fall in Love with a Cyclopes like me?

I remove the patch.

Instead I stay with a pair of shades, like a pair of shoes to my feet.

Like Michael and his J’s.

I don’t know if I’m asking to be loved, or

Warning you not to love me.

I guess it’s up to you, how do you steer?

Should I keep it up notch,

Tho I’m more comfortable in neutral?

Does your mind control your feelings?

Im I getting to deep in to you personal.

My mine can barely control the excessive giggles that start when you get my heart jumping.

Dare to hop aboard?

Promise I won’t scar if you change your mind and decide to leave.

Tho my heart bleed internally, what more damage could it do when its constantly beating me to death,

But I’m not complaining.

A captain always goes down with their ship.

So this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been drown by my feelings, gasping for breaths in between tears.

Below sea level.

I rise above it, and

I ride the waves.

Beyond see level.

Flying.

That’s how I ease the pain.

I hope atleast for now you won’t touch the chest,

In which my hearts lays,

Until you’re ready.

 

-Leighrick