Sinking ships
Severed rain
Drops of gold
Floating dreams
Crying oceans
Soaring clouds
Hurt filled caskets
Ends of vows

You pause in front of me,
take my hand in your own,
look into my eyes and
whisper exactly what I'd
not realized I was living for.

You pull me close
in front of everyone
without shame
without blame
and kiss me softly.

Then I awaken
from the dreams
that I knew better than
to think of
or believe in.

But it still hurts
and though I know
that I'm not fated to
be with you, or experience
what life is with you-
I can't not want you.

They say joy lies within yourself.
That you need only to delve deep and
Voila!
You've found joy, or happiness, or, well,
Something.
I mean, you're bound to find something-
if you go deep enough of course-
but who's to say it will be joy?

I dove deep
into the void I call a heart,
the dusty corners of my soul,
and I found..
nothing.

However this is not surprising
for I left emotion,
and my innate humanness,
back at the intersection we passed last.
What was it again? The corner of
Love and Betrayal?

It is said that joy is within everyone,
that it takes only a profound understanding
of perhaps the most demanding entity-
yourself-
to reach that feeling, that unnervingly satisfying emotion.

I dove deep
into the void I call a heart,
the dusty corners of my soul,
and I found..
nothing.

However this is not surprising
for I left emotion,
and my innate humanness,
back at the intersection we passed last.
Remember it?
The corner of
Love and Betrayal.

Nobody gives a ****
Never did, never will
Would you?
I don't believe you.

Everyone cares about their
image.
That portrayal of self to those
unknown.
Dare anything threaten this
fragile, precariously put together item
and the world stops to help rid itself
of the threat.

Hopelessness
is a threat to perfection
Sadness, despair-
threats to perfection
Anxiety or depression?
Also threats to perfection
Everything that's not
pristine and proper
or bright and joyful
or conforming and obedient
is a
threat

And believe me, you treat it as such.

It's okay to fall
Even when most tell you to stand tall
You don't need to answer their call
What's the point?-You'll only start a brawl
So trust me, don't enter the mess hall
Until you're ready to deal with it all