I like pictures
Frozen memories behind plasmas
Red greens and blue pixels-I'm yearning
But I cant touch you
Cant grasp you up as i please
Cant kiss you as i wish
I zoom in
Trying to catch the reversal in your eyes
Hold still for the five seconds before the click
Why are you smiling?
Try to decode the who's behind your
She's and i's
I Google
Watching for patterns between your lives
Was she the one?
The reason why you cant love
Why are you so fixated on fixing what isn't broken?
Holding out hope for a scenario no longer worth it?
My ex-girlfriend is referenced in all our conversations
Who is she?
Twitter can only tell me so much in 140 words or less
She
chronicles what her life for the past year has been without you
I'm scared to scroll further
I want to turn the little blue box green to find out if you are her him
But I'm afraid of the gray that's sure to impede my discovery
Who is behind those lens?
Hidden just beyond the frames
Wrestling comments for more information
Piecing together pieces that are just pieces
Why her?
Images burned into retinas
I close my eyes and begin cinemas
Verite
Filled with lies conjured from captions
I rebuild a person from retweets, likes and shares, selfies and mentions
Analytics can only say so much, I wonder
How fast does your heart beat when she whispers your name?
Moans trapped inside four doors and fogged windows
Amplified into my ears as if your lips are surround sound speakers
Please, spare me
I reach, searching for a remote
But only find your arm close, I squeeze
Pretending that your elbow is pause
Hoping i can rewind the tape in my head with a kiss, but im drunk
My fingers slip to your fingertips
You recoil so quickly hitting slow motion in your haste
Im forced to watch this moment all over again
I slip down in my seat eyes glued to the screen
Did she love you,
like you do her?
I want to ask,
But a previous answer has already confirmed these questions
My accusations that she isn't good enough for you
Is my attempt to appease my own insecurities
Of why not me?
You continue down this nostalgic road
Providing me with the details i crave and hate
Don't stop
I build a folder of what you like
Trying my best to mold myself into her image
But you're blinded by the friendship
Never truly looking but looking through
Why cant you see me?
You hold my neck
Dragging me to the mirror as you place sharpie lines on places needing fixing
You circle everything but my heart
As i'm stuck with thinking the physical is the problem
But even when i was a size 4
you didn't love me
I reread texts and statuses till my eyes burn with waters you don't deserve
It isn't your problem that i like pictures
Frozen memories of a time once passed
Moments that i have cherished but since forgotten
Clothes that no longer fit and thrown away
But somehow the emotions remain
Why cant i burn them?
Nothings ever truly deleted
And I can Google anything
But who is she??
She is perfection divulged by your irises
Pronounced by the curves of your lips
As you hold still for the five seconds before the click
I stare at these pictures
Trying to make you 3D once again
It isn't working
This isn't working
But i like pictures
Creeping behind plasma's
Of red green and blue pixels
Careful not to double click
As i search for inspiration for my quill
My mouse freezes, scroll at a still
As i glance upon your latest posting
Search for hidden meaning behind 22 words, a few commas and an ellipsis
I Google
And its a song lyric...