your words do a dance
as they
twirl on your tongue
and
tango through your teeth
then they
salsa with violent steps
only to
waltz with amazing grace

I watch in envy
because I’m still learning
to count the beat

you ask me why i love you
and watch me struggle as i answer
because it’s much too hard to say
when you expect a black and white picture
my tongue paints it grey

i thought about you
when you werent around
but missing was my heart
never yours to be found

i spoke about you
with words sounding proud
but pride was a river
that ran dry in a drought

i looked at you
with both eyes closed
because my feelings were a lie
that the light had exposed

i listened to you
in my attempts to care
but my love was broken
beyond your repair

you thrive on the ignorance of others
and being so misunderstood.
when will you realize
that their understanding
feels just as good?

Sincerely
Yours truly

the beauty and the beast
a tale as old as time
but the story’s end has changed
and I forget which part is mine
perhaps I am not the beauty
merely a damsel in distress
or maybe I’m the beast
trapped without egress
nevertheless I’ll be alone
when the final rose petal falls
banish me from your lovely village
so I may vanish within my castle’s
walls

‪is it Love?
or is it insanity?
either way
it’s hard to say
but if it is
what it is
and if this is
what it is ‬
I think
I know ‬
‪I finally understand ‬
‪why people lose it ‬
‪when they lose it‬