"I do still love you," she said,
"I don't want to say it's different
But it is."
"Maybe for you," my heart thought
"But not for me."

Sometimes I feel something
so strongly it's hard to express.
I put pen to paper
trying, it feels in vain,
to encapsulate an intricate emotion.

When I share it with you
something beautiful happens...
You understand.
You find meaning in my
seemingly inadequate words.

Thank you.

This person you see
The one you know
Isn't the man I am
Not the man inside
I put on this mask
To be who you wanted
To be what I thought I wanted
Not any more
The mask is gone
And I will not wear another

I stand
At a crossroads
Ahead of me, something new
Behind me, the same old thing
One offers adventure and possibility
One offers comfort and ease
I stand
At a crossroads
Scared of both choices

Do you still think of me
At random during the day?
Wonder what I'm doing
Or where I am
Or what I'm thinking?
Do you still dream of me
Being with you
In some beautiful place?
Do you still miss my voice
Or wish for my touch?
Do you still
Or is it just me?

The most beautiful
And scariest
Changes we see
Come from
Within

The thing about honesty
Total, open, raw honesty
Is having to say
Words you don't want
That mean things
Will be different