Eyes

Strange, all I wanted was to own new things,

bright, shiny, happy things,

things that would wipe away the inner pain.

Now I have new things, and all I want is the old,

the things with life in them,

living, breathing things that will never go.

The things we possess suck up bits of us,

our day to day selves, the secret selves people don’t see,

holding them tight and close, being them.

That’s what I want now, a bit of my soul back,

or a bit of someone else’s soul

that I can wrap tight and close around me in the night to keep the monsters away.

I want to feel the things that other people feel,

the things that no one talks about, but that we all know exists,

I want to feel, to be the inner people that I see gazing out, laughing, from the eyes around me.