he is just an atom
and I am just the
rearranging electrons
I always got the negative parts
when I only wanted
the positive charge
of his nucleus
and his unattainable
concentration
strikes me down
that would make me try
so hard
to comprehend
the impossibility
of bonding with me
and laughed in the face
of his allure
as I swallowed the knives
of my pride
every time I let him
soft shoe dance through my mind
and let it hypnotize me
his mathematical ways
and my nano scale place
in his heart
how could a love so big
barely exist at all
in his eleventh dimension
too far out of reach
for my merely human
unintelligible
unquestionable
unrequited
love
there is no
binding energy
here

When you'll feel the cold wings of the air
Caressing joyful dew drops on your hair
When your sight will get free
In a wild blink of rebellious glee...

In a time of unreal memories, you'll see
The places our surreal worlds have built
Mountains, lakes, trees
Shrouded by a sweet wind.

When your heart will see
Birds flying freely, endlessly...
Decomposed on the sunset's hue
Then you'll know and feel

My hands longing to reach you
and heal
The whispers of a pure truth:
"My blue torment of my youth...
In silence, memories and distance
I'll always be with you"

On the beach with a bottle when the sun turns to wine...
Together on a towel holding the 'one' soul devine...
A thought from the past, a memory at last...
Would I do it again? Yes. But not so fast...

Memories.
Every cloud is not a storm.
Live in the Present.
Nothing is impossible.
All great quotes, but none really ease the pain of the past.
Wonder, Regret...sometimes feels like death atlast.
My task incomplete, wandering lost in the street-of sadness=(
The Baddest.
But most of all, I trip and fall...
When I remember that you gave up.
Gave in.
Gave out.
Gave away...
Something often searched for and barely ever found.
I'm bound...
To the words I spoke and the buttons I poked, trying to sting my way out of this impossible history of thoughts...

It's still a mystery.
It never stops.
The misery...
Of not knowing.
Not loving.
Not growing.
My mind is overflowing with many things...
Many dreams.
Yet i see...your torn seams yielded an evil being.

And in the end, i realize...
Everything i thought you were must have been pretend.

There are times when
I feel like a pawn.
The last pawn
On a board of chess.

Would you come for
This pawn?...It's hopeless.
Surrounded by knights
And looking meaningless.

Would you turn your back
On this pointless pawn?
Who has no turning back
Just moving ahead
And feeling almost dead?

I know you would.
'Cause you're afraid…
You're alike the last leaf
In an old tree,
Craving to fall
In someone's hand…
And so your memories
Would never be forgotten
In the end.

I know what you might say.
Too late denying your fate
All your life was painted in grey.
Crows are flying
In circles
Above your head
Singing
Funeral songs and believing
They saw your cross
On top of a hill.

I know…
You feel scared.
Your mind is stained
With the ****
Of that Pawn.