Eyes that change

I couldn’t sleep last night

Because the world had changed

And I couldn’t bear to face

The difference

Of another day.

The stone is warm,

In my chest,

It is dark and round

And my stomach acid,

Or the beings inside of me,

Are trying to break it down.

Sometimes the shiny thing

Is not good to eat,

But sometimes it is.

I am not sure how to know the difference.

I planted these seeds

With my own hands

In my own garden,

And now I must taste the fruit.

Orange is not the only color,

And it is not the only fruit,

But the acid still burns my mouth.

Bitterness lingers on my tongue,

But I drink their juice in search of sweetness.

I am trying to train my brain.

To pick out the sugars in these complex objects.

You ask me who I want to be

And I say I don't know.

A bird or a tree,

A mouse or a toad,

A friend or a lover.

Your friend or your lover.

Your eyes don’t look the same

And neither do mine.

Your blue has gotten deeper

And mine brighter, wider.

I gave you my heart to lock away,

And then I asked you for the key,

But I seem to have misplaced it somewhere.

I am trying to walk backwards

But my habits are different now.

I want to sit in grass

I am meant to only look at,

To drive by in my car,

But it is oh so green

And probably soft to the touch.

It is a shame that i’m allergic

It is a shame that I can’t remember my dreams.

But I woke up anyway.

The day is different now.

But I am still alive.

Correction:

I have started to dream again

but I seem to only be able

to dream about you.