My body aches,
More places than one.
A concoction of pain,
All meant to treat one.

My shoulders,
My chest,
My legs,
And the rest,
Torn until it's hard to take steps.
All meant to treat one.

My heart,
It pounds,
Until the anxiety that I felt,
Is nothing more than exasperated breaths,
And sweat pouring down my forehead.

My body aches,
More places than one,
A concoction of pain,
To make the waiting for you,
Seem less long

When you can't seem to wake,
When something is too good to be true,
When the seemingly impossible becomes true,
When life decisions revert themselves,
I always worry if I'm in a dream.

Yet when in the "dream", I can't seem to open my eyes.
No matter how hard I try,
And this brings me comfort for a bit, that reality has seemingly flipped.
Until I wake.

And when I wake,
I'm not in your bed,
Not at your side,
Instead I'm greeted by the familiar walls of my room.

And then I cry,
A vivid dream that tricked my eyes,
That let me think that we had both,
Apologized.
When really, I'm still alone.
In darkness.

About a year ago,
But it feels longer.
I made the decision,
To stay and hold you closer.

About a year ago,
I doubted my lover.
For my feelings were,
At the time,
Starting to wander.

About a year ago,
I almost let you go.
For another reason,
Another person,
And maybe another future.

But I held on,
For love was still there.
But that was a year ago,
And you no longer want me.
That's too bad.

During that year,
I learned.
That you were the one,
But now our roles are reversed,
And you didn't hold on.
You let us down, 6 ft into the dirt.

Far above the sky shines the lost star,
Far from the human eye.
In the darkness of space she roams.
Looking for a place to call home.

I've once seen that wonderous star,
I've once called her my own.
Her light shining in my eyes,
Her warmth touching my soul.

Oh if I could feel her flame again,
As I walk the beaches of paradise.
I would call her my mother star.

But the lost star still wanders away,
For her flame is cold.
So she wanders from those who would embrace her. Looking for a warmth, that would fill her void

You see, the humor of it all is coincidence.
Or so it seems...

We learn to love,
With our entire heart,
Yet as time passes,
We forget our parts.
What once was a serious affair,
Becomes coated in comfort,
Dust hanging in it's air.

We forget our parts,
And sometimes our partners.
But we still attribute our love to our lovers.
For we are lazy lovers at best.
Don't deny it,
There is no reason to protest.

For what once was,
Now it can be.
Let our laziness fall from our lumbering legs,
Find forgiveness for things we never said.

Lazy lovers we may be.
But our love is true.
You,
And me.

Loneliness is the byproduct of expectations.
It's a cloud that settles in when time slows.
The fruit that falls from the tree, rotten.
Loneliness is always there,
Waiting for you.

We fear death, a place thought to be isolating.
Yet in our lonely moments,
We feel the rope strangling.
Veins blocked,
We stand up on the world's edge, leaning forward, hoping to find another world,
Where our lonely weekends dont exist at all.

Lonesome, laying in the sheets of a empty bed.
Sadness, the bitter cracking of a happy heart.
Pain, the mix of emotions that roll down your spine.
Love, the redemption of happiness, the glow inspired by another's touch, the need for another person in your life.
Life, the journey we embark on, searching for solid answers to our horde of questions.

And so it all continues on, people live their lives full of their systems of neurons firing off to create the day to day life we live.