you say whatever i want you will give me

i highly ******* doubt it.

*******

there's one.

You'd rather buy me fake ****

sigh.

Having *** with you is like having *** with myself, but without the ******.

You're never mad for the reason you think you are.

i think about why i'm sad.
is it because you are a mirror to me and i realize what you did, i did too?
and how much that hurt?

or is it just knowing that loving you means loving the worst parts of me?

am i scared that this is just the tip of the iceberg?

or that i can't handle loving someone so volatile?

Never let your fear decide your fate.*

oh yea, well i'm scared. i asked for true love and this is the test.
can I accept you and give you my best?

your surface perfection has peeled to reveal, you've made mistakes.
now, can i deal?

i'm not the one.

simply because I don't want to be, new chick old space.

lips, covering a spot that was permanently meant for someone else.


you tell me the truth, but not right away.

you're elusive, after i told you - i need to be able to trust you.

you talk so slow, I wonder if you're just looking for me to reassure you.


i don't have the answer-

that's why i asked the question.

why are you looking at me like that, sizing me up.

before you say, what you inevitably will say.


why is every statement soaked in caution?

are you scared of me?

are you shy, insecure, unsure?

don't you know who i am at all?


i gave like i never gave before, no regrets.

it felt good, i would do it again.

maybe next life, when we meet - new friends.


you say, for a long time.

i ponder, relativity.


i gave you my time, my heart, my body.

taken, taken, taken.


so much weight now on your side now.

we don't walk in step anymore.


i think we should part. You go your way and I mine.

i'll say i think you are insincere, but really you make me sick.

and i don't want to be your girl anymore.


i'm not the one.

simply because i can't wait for you to say what you want.

because i don't know if you deserve me anymore.

because i don't want to contemplate what you are thinking, and didn't act on.

because i don't want to live recapping four months ago.



who has a life to throw, wondering.

I felt you release me. As I myself released.
A new animal, an old deceased.

Two elephant heads. Broken, one then the other.
For there was never an action without a reaction.

They will be repaired, they will remain.
In their special place.

Cared for and regarded in a special memory.
Forever marked by that fateful day.

It was the moment they knew without knowing.
When the world changed, they changed with it.

They will go on with their deeds, even with their battle signs.
And strangers will know: These creatures are more than they seem,
to be tended to and mended with such love.

Children would play and say, how did it get to be this way?
And they would hear the answer: Life's just better that way.

For who was ever more beautiful without the scars of life?
And is it not the pain that makes us feel the joy?

Would we be who we are if we had not been there?
In that moment in time, when nothing else existed.

It was beautiful what was shared. There was a time and there was a place.
And so it remains.

In its destiny fulfilled, in eternity. In the collective joy and love of life.
In the twinkle of the star and the black of the night.

In the newly opened daisy.
In the hazy light.

The comfort when we know. And feel peace.
It's then when we release.