Please don't look at me with those bright blue eyes. They make me weak-kneed and starving for words to fill the thick, hanging silence. You marked into the bark of me, leaving scars. But the scars left winding grooves and patterns.. cutting through me with a bread knife, ragged edges in the lacerations. Covering every speckle of guilt I've ever felt by moving on, or trying to at least. But you always come back like a sickness and I blindly succumb. Like a blue bird bleeding into dark dry concrete, you sear me with your impossible eyes.