I don’t really know who l am
I have a vague of idea of what I’d like
The wealth, the self-image
The encapsulation of life.  

Achieve what you desire
Yet again, l don’t know where to aspire
What industry, what plans,
What’s to do?

Take action and see where it leads you
That’s where it should start,
Maybe I’m just overthinking?
Probably lol.

How did you two meet?

Their pupils start to dilate

"It was a warm summers day, we were only 16. I couldn't imagine the rest of my life was a single person away"..

It's been forever since then, as my love continues to grow.

Now?

Its a muttered undertone;

"Yeah, we met on a dating app. It's just the luck of the cards".

Things evolve and change...
But at what cost are we losing ourselves to ourselves

We aren't as we are,
"I missed who you used to be"
I was never me until you loved me less
Until you began to know me more.

It’s probably the way she looks up at you;

The way she,

Holds your hand
Squeezes your arm
Wants to hear your voice

I could be wrong
But
What’s love?

Im heart broken
A new feeling, it hurts
Minutes, felt like hours
A quenchable energy l craved

Maybe it’s the alcohol talking
Or it’s the bodies together
It’s a club lol
It is what it is.

Insanity ?
Delusional ?
A lack of social understanding ?
Maybe it’s everything,
But what l felt was raw.

Whoever you are.
Thank you.

You love me for who l am
My faults, flaws, insecurities
But I can’t love myself
The absolute tyrant of observations

Brutally honest of what is, is.
You ignore such, you persist
My walls slightly break
But never enough to sustain vulnerability

A false duality
Someone you think you know
And the image of what reality is
Absolute isn’t here and neither am l
Nice try, try again.

I guess it’s the late nights and burnout
That loved faded… quickly turned out
You were next to me, it hurts now

What was there, is a figment of what’s to come
An image I miss, because of ignorance and some
My arm to twist thereof distance twas done

I left things take over
I sold my soul for a price,
I loved and needed you
I was drugged a puppet
A devious, manipulant delight

I’m so used to the “day to day”,
Not much brings back the light
Of..

Freedom
Emotion
Spontaneity
Sporadic Decisions

I’ve grown older not to live
But to fill time with responsibility.
I miss being younger
Being younger wouldn’t love this.