He lives like he has something to prove
Walks like he’s trying to stay in front of him self.
Speaks so stern
wishes he’d once been heard
Trying to heal
Learn
burns Bridges in the process
I still write about
The Taste he’s left on my tounge
The smell, lavender seed,
eucalyptus plant
Recollections, pleasurably discomforted
He acts on survival
this, What he’s done
To survive
I would not wish on him
Or an enemy, even my worst.

I looked up the meaning of shell shocked  Learned the light that took my vision, Gradually then all at once;
Might have been the shock before the awe.
Like a flash grenade that breaks your eardrums , dissociates your vision before its sender goes in for a ****. I know you’re a warrior.
will you fight for this love ?
Guns blazing.

I want to see the dreams you have of you and I when you sleep,
Confessions you wont even admit to yourself outloud because nothing exists if it only exists in your head.
I want to know the things you think i already do,
They seem more like given truths rather than things better left unsaid
Sing to me the poetry you write me in your head,
so i know there's truth to the madness in my own rhyme.
I didnt know another tune could be so familiar
Never expected to pass someone and see a mirror where his face should be
Home.
Never thought it would be a place id see.

he craves intimacy,
says he knows it wont feel like it did before
hopes he notices it when it hits him
waited around,
turns love down, said he never really needed it
looks up instead of at whats in front of him
shouted at the stars "you always give me more hope than any man could"
why would he looks in anothers eye if he never really had to
beauty, in the eye of its beholder
He could never take it as a compliment when someone told him hes beautiful
he wrote in his secret notebooks, scripture not yet released
"i am god"
how could he expect to trust anyones word but his own.

Am I lunatic
Hypersensitive
Overanalytical
Supercritical
Manic yet depressive
Compassionate and understanding
Closed off but wishing  youd hold me
Celebrating the solstice,
In control but only of the opportunities presented
I come out in the night to worship the moon
Lunatic
Why is your eye twitching, red with tears
might be rage
I thought you said you said you wouldn’t quiver in the face of uncertainty
Bask in the darkness
your dance will lead the light to you