unspoken

render me silent
with the sudden familiarity of your voice
other things never really mattered, anyway
i've left them everywhere around this room.

paint me transparent
with dishonest mirrors
you always see through me, anyway
though a little truth can be hurtful.

read me blindly
what's between the lines are just last minute addition
they never really count, anyway
when perspective really is matter of ignorance.

touch me numbingly
all my nerves are shot from anticipation and caffeine
scars never forget themselves, anyway
i can only hope to wear them honorably.

my dulled senses are impeccably lucid.