I live love through fear.

I have fallen from this road that leads no where.
Hanging by a thread.
My hands are too full of loss to hold on.
But still I won't forget.
You were all that connected me to this world.
You and my regrets.
If I let go and let you go,
All dust would turn to death.

I confessed to her eyes,
But not her ears and her lips,
Because though the latter are easily deceived,
The former are never blind to the truth.

My heart aches when I long for you
And I think it hurts when you miss me too
Though they twinge in different
Sharpness and hues
The Language within Me and You

I wish I lived within an old photograph, a fleeting moment, a stand still, with you.

Hold still
Let me capture you in my mind
Before you are gone forever

Love that needs reciprocation is merely a tourist,
that goes away when interest fades.
True love is love that grows stronger
Especially in dismay.

I wish we could converse in verses
Like what lovers used to do
But no matter what you say to me
In words, in smile, in silence
My world, my dreams, my sunrise
Would still be written all over
With my unchanging love for you.

Is freedom the ability to choose not to have it?

What if I am merely the pleasant little dabs of color on your palette before you paint your true masterpiece.

Sometimes I don't want to remember or be remembered.
Sometimes I just want to be traceless. Leaving no memory, no impression, no scar.

I dress my love in the simplest clothes,
lest you mistake my honest intention,
for boasts and pretension.

So I always color my soul the color of you.

I still remember you, and I am still waiting for you, I am afraid that if I give up, afraid that if I forget, nothing will ever last, nothing will ever matter.

Your love is a mirror,
all I see is a false image of myself.

We are all honey wasps
The Lost of us
We giveth
       All of our well meaning
                Nectar of sweet hopes and dreams
To a world of Aversion
      
Perhaps,
The world will never know who we really are
They do not look, nor can they see

But, we must remember our purpose
             Despite the isolation
                       Despite the mistrust
                          Lest we turn truly
                                    Barren and bitter.

I live through the future in my mind, and the past in my presence. I am always out there, somewhere, but never here in the present.

I live in your past, and you live in my future, that is why we will never meet, even though both of us are always in the present.

She cried the tears of stardust, every droplet, a place, a face, a memory, and a moment in time.

I would love to ride into the past and never return, so I can forever be in your present.

I want to be caught still in a moment with you, but always just slightly apart, never reaching.

Just so I would never lose you, what was never mine.

I swim insignificantly among your vast ocean love.