Eyes Bluer than I.

Ha. I didn't actually mean to rhyme half of the last paragraph.
It was honestly %100 an accident.
I'm a poet and I don't even know it.


"I need my thoughts louder,
These days they're all
Whispers and mumbles,
Like teens at the back of a bus.
They are mindful of the ears that surround them,
Deliberate, astute.

And this is why I said
I feel like a criminal in my own head,
Eavesdropping on my own thoughts,
Catching only half-words
Of my very own dreams,
In my very own pipes.

And, petite blue,
How I wonder at you,
With your aptitude for hearing my words
Clearer than I do,
When suddenly I'm split in two;
When our eyes lock across the room."