The art of letting go
Knowing when to say enough
Not allowing oneself to be drawn back in
Only to be snuffed

Not a strong point
Too much contemplation
Becoming  consumed
By thoughts of you
When the only thought should be
I am through

Trying to decipher signs of any kind
No matter the conclusion
Still blind

By Axton Rupp

Your aura emanates
While it vibrates
Vibrant hues

Inside losing control
Due to the sight
You are to behold

In your embrace
Feels like home
Warm, without worries

A flurry of thoughts
Has me, lost
In your brilliance

This has to be
The millionth time
You've bloomed in my mind

By Axton Rupp

Fluctuation is my bio-rhythm
Attempts at living life each day
Only symbolism
Never the less time is spent
Wallowing in murky memories of prior days
Causes anguish to bubble & rage

My life was an accident
Thus the life I've led since laments
No coincidence accomplishment ring hollow  
Due to the nature from which they've derived
Yet, I know inside they are my decisions
To which I cannot hide

The gap between you & I
Obtuse, far & wide
Despite taking my failures in stride
The pain of knowing
I've self-sabotaged
My one shot at existence

By Axton Rupp

Taken by the quirks
Accentuating the uniqueness
Glanced over
In favour of common features
Rather you look like yourself
Then be someone else's idea of beautiful

Nose wiggling while you talk
Freckles some may be fickle about
Colour palettes for eyes painting pictures
Seductive accent with a sultry tone
A cackle that'll crackle
Brilliant mind all your own

Altering preconceived notions
If allowed access
To those you do
Relentless affection
Be remiss not to mention
These are merely a few fascinations

By Axton Rupp

I keep lying to myself
Saying I have no expectations
When all I want, is that butterfly sensation
Derived from one of our conversations

Throughout the day
I would glance at you
Receiving the gift of one back, from time to time
Just across from sublime sky blue eyes

Nightfall bestows itself  
Here we are drunken eye to drunken eye
Topics being discussed span a broad spectrum, as I hang on each word
I'm captivated by you, yearning for more of you

The morning I rise & crack my eyes
You're there in front of me sound asleep
Careful not to disturb
I make my way outside

I rolled my morning piff
6AM I watch the sunrise
In tune with nature
Birds sing, tree leaves rustling in the slight breeze

I think about you
How you looked at me
Spoke with me
Laughed with me

How fortunate for me
A morning chat
It wasn't just the liquor
I'm feeling something different & real

Our first embrace
Is sadly our last to this date
I wanted to tell you
I covet you

I hear murmurs that hell has frozen over
You have a "crush" on me?
Reciprocated thoughts
Couldn't be?

In turn, I put the word out
The feeling is mutual
And this is where it begins
The lie of no expectations

I reached out to you
In hopes for a response
To ignite intrigue
And one week later I still wait

Even your friend asks me
About how I feel
I express myself a great deal
Not an appeal simply honest & real  

I wish you would connect with me
Yet, I'm beginning to think
You're going to recant
Realizing you never meant what you said

It wouldn't be the first time
You would be one of many in the line
I've been fooled before
And made one of myself too

This why I try to lie
Say, I have no expectations
When truthfully
I do

By Axton Rupp