And maybe excuses
aren't bad afterall

for some regrets
are too heavy
to carry

It's raining on my face
Humid roots
Growing through my cheekbones
Cyclones of joy and sorrow
Of desire and confusion
Streams of love
And puddles of defeat.

A tender clash
Reuninting sensations
That weren't supposed to meet
A crash for your decisions
And all my fears
But a strike like this
Has never feel better.

I swear my intention's not to deceive
Nor to turn your heart upside down.

A wreck of emotions
Surrounding me,
Surrounding us.

But your eyes are the sunshine
To this raging storm
That comes within me
And I can't help but strive
For the love I know gone
But hope for its return.

For those fortunate hearts
Who ignore the feeling
And for those unfortunate ones
Who impose the feeling
You'll know.

It is like forgetting the lyrics
Of your favourite song.
It is like having a cough
That just won't give up.
It is like every punch in the face
You've ever had and will ever have.
It is like forgetting midsentence
The last line of your essence.
It is like not being able to draw
What seemed perfect in your mind.
It is like the feeling you get
When you are strucked by the wind.
It is like spilling something
In your favourite shirt.
It is like a deep ache
You can't locate.
It is like loosing the last piece
Of a 1000 pieces puzzle.
It feels like falling
Without an end nor beginning

If you love someone who won't love you back.
You'll know.
It feels like everything you can think of.
Except for being loved back.

I like being Alone, I think.
With the prospect of new people
Coming and going
Coming and going
Alone, not as dismal
Because Alone in the eyes of fear
Casts quite a different shadow
Fear is unknown, unsettled, unrest
Alone is learning, growing, comfort
But when you let those
Come and go
Come and go
With an open mind, open heart -
Alone, never
You'll never be alone
So, Alone, stop feeling the pity
Feel the strength that guides
A definition to be changed
A meaning to be blissful
On the cusp of an awakening
Alone, we're never lonely
As we know exactly who we are.

I thought that he would be my last,
My promise,
I was sure,
Now…I may be his last,
If there is no cure,
Every second I want with him,
But I cannot decide,
Every moment away from him,
Tears me apart inside,
My needs do conflict,
There really is no win,
He has the tumor,
But I am sick for him
© B L Costello 2016

You're ice
I'm fire
You're casual
I'm all or nothing
You're modern
I'm old fashioned
You're an attention seeker
I don't need validation
You're mainstream
I hide underground
You're lighthearted and airy
I'm the epitome of darkness