He had a smile on the edge of a grin
A heart on his sleeve
No shoes on his feet
He spoke poetry
Conversations like memorized lyrics
Flowing out so simply
So surreal
He thought himself royalty
Testing his subjects
Beheading his lovers
So simple,
The language he spoke.
That it quickly became incomprehensible.
He lives for the next day
Stuck in the past
Forgetting the present
Living life fast
It’s too late now
He's falling behind
He’s far from reality
He’s losing his mind

You look sad
Your smirk is kind of displaced
It makes me feel bad
Because frowns are just such a waste

Won’t you crack a smile and open your eyes
Just once stay locked in reality
Forget about turning time counterclockwise
Is your hobby watching false normality?

I want your smile to cross this distance
Past tattered heart and pain
Break through the resistance
Let only love remain

Vindicate to me about life
Every scattered thoughts persistence
Details of all your strife
We’ll slowly break your hearts resistance


Let the air adventure through you and breath in the sun
Let me fill your glass half full
Let me disintegrate away your fear like arson
Let me push and you can pull

Live in this very moment
Allow the sky to be your ceiling and the stars to be your light
There is no judgment
Not today or tonight

And although I can’t write a simple haiku
I’m certain there is one thing I can do
I can always be there for you

Misconception. Misconstrued. Misdirected. Misinformed.
I may be mistaken, but I won’t miss you.
I. Don’t. Understand.
I’m not playing your little game of cat and mouse.
Go find a rat to infect with your false charm and winsome character.
My IQ may not be 130 but I know a thing or two.
And I’m not likening the likes of you.
You are in hiding; don’t deny it … I know you are.
I can see it behind your eyes.
There are doors and bolts and locks galore.
You often change them when you don’t want to feel anymore.
Maybe it hurts you to feel. Anything?
I’m not sure, not sure of anything now that I know that every lie you make could be as easy  as the breathes you take.
Your lips may say happy but your eyes reveal who you really are: dead, weak and false.
You know far too much to tell, yet your lips stay sealed, as if magically sustained of repeating information, well about you anyway.
You never want to talk about yourself.
Egotistic ?
You ?
NEVER.  
Yet you speak non of it.
I can feel it radiating of your skin
Your pride.
It’s quite maddening.