Shooting my shoot for target practice;
hoping not to miss trying to find a Miss
And in a distance, it feels as if my mind
for searching for love,  is quite so distant

Distilling my thoughts from the mix of
anxiety, impatience, insecurity, rage and all yesterdays

As for today,
marks the date of an anniversary of my very last date
And I can't say it went so great, but it was good
to know it happened in the first place

In the words of, "nice guys finish last"
it was impressive of a nice guy to make
a dying relationship consistent, and making it last
Though I had to mix it a little bit with some lust;
and to be presently distilling that brain
with memories of ***** thoughts, messing up my head

And I'll think ahead to seem a little more ahead,
maybe fall in love with a person as a friend
But still as friends; we seem not to how to express
our hidden emotions when we dim ourselves as "just friends"

A good kiss to fog up my glasses,
seeing the mist of an exhale before
she steals another piece of my breath

Inhale- we're like those we know for
passing smoke; kissing for far, far too long

I hope this time, I don't eventually choke;
as I always do, afterwards choking on my words
I guess that's me being lost for words- again

And maybe we started off with innocent kisses,
still as friends; a little tipsy on ecstasy
In this euphoric substance,
And I hope by tomorrow it doesn't turn us into enemies

Thanks for letting me into your heart
through your eyes, as those doors were wide open
Perhaps I couldn't kiss you with the best of focus'
still at least I kissed you with my best emotions

Feels as if I'll keep repeating those lines;
and as soon as you leave, it's the most boring of times
knowing you're not by my side

               sigh never mind!

I'll just sit waiting patiently for your reply.

I had this piece come to me in a dream without a beginning,
but only with an end to record...

What's love: about keeping your word,
but not always knowing how it goes

What's love: as a purest scent by the intentions you
could smell, that not everyone knows

What's love: but a game; of sometimes being
an emotional sport

What's love: to a friend, as only a light promise to them;
while an enemy's revenge, is always kept by their word

And what's love meant to be, and how is it supposed to
be shown, if it just always remains a word?
  

                   ...I guess I'll never know.

Funny how sleep and I are like
a weak handshake;
As we both can't get a grip
of what should be important to us...

Your heart in my hand,
just for some love to hold onto
Buying into so many dreams before,
something I could never amount to
Feelings that are read in the shades of red;
are all the wonderful stories I heard about you
How do I feel so endlessly lost for words,
now that I found you-
The simple answer:

           "I love you"

Do you still book yourself
to spell the words of your love'
Often read in the wrong body language;
making scribbles on your skin- to mark out
other people's marks, marking you as their own?

Do you still dream about that pretty rose,
sitting in a water bottle in the sun
Trying to brighten up your skin, and learning
to be like a flower; not so scared to open up?

Do you still feel nostalgic when you kiss
all of those nights away;
As you always miss the goodnight kisses
that your lover rested on your head?

And you cry and cry, every single night
with an ocean inside of your eyes
Drowning yourself inside the guilt,
in a guild, of all those people you had once loved
Similar interests of a man's endless pursuits,
they only seen a pretty face, but could never see Y.O.U

A life in a mirror; so many things you
wish you could control
Of how far that it seems; if life was a mirror
could we have the ability to control all the reflections'
that we see?