The connections we make in this life are precious. Perhaps the most valuable commodity available to us. It's very brave of you to openly admit that you are afraid to put your heart on the line. There are a good deal of people who will tell you if the one you are writing about harms you or does wrong to you that you are too good for them. I propose this question to you. What if you were to confront the basis for your fear and tell yourself that whatever it may be is something you have since overcome and are superior to? And if you haven't then certainly with time and perspective you will. Writing is an excellent channel for this kind of emotion and you will watch as your experiences flow into your writing relieving of you all your torment and fear to be replaced with courage. A courage to think about yourself as worthy of others love, as everyone innately was born to be. It is only through fear that we isolate ourselves, blame ourselves, and live in inferiority. What makes anyone truly special or more deserving of love than another? Not a thing, and any one who would contest this is openly admitting that they are the very same creatures who struggle with the same fear as everyone else. I say this to you as one stranger to another.

You question me with insipid candor
As though it was worth an answer
Repeat the same deeds with silver tongue
A talented, insolent dancer
Do you not see the ripples and wakes
The wan smiles pasted on your son's face
Reflect just once on your mistakes
The painful sound your cadence makes
Crashing like waves as it's always been

I am forced to wayward roam alone
To receive my only splendor as obscene
I am cursed to despise anything my own
Until only perspective renders me clean
The strength within is all I've sought
Through years of patience finally bought
Destroyed in a second with one wrong thought
So I hold fast to what my numb heart has wrought
Wash away, and never let you in

Perhaps one day you'll breach the shore
As a man who relishes in serendipity
Abandoning everything else for whom he values more
Who trades an ocean of isolation for an epiphany
But until you know a man from a mouse
Until you know a lover from a spouse
Not until you know a child from a louse
Until then I'll be waiting for you at the lighthouse
*Waiting to call you Dad again

This is not a poem, but a message.
I believe you have the wrong person while regarding my poetry,
and I apologize for what you have been through.
However, I don't believe you know me or the person to whom my work has been dedicated to.
If I am wrong in my assumption, I ask you to contact me.
I want to talk with you if I'm who you are looking for

We started with our wounds and hearts turned askance
The dance began and turned to romance
Lying in the day sharing fantasy
When night fell bearing truth a sight to see

We grew and we bonded and ranted and raved
We sung and we shouted and cuddled and played
As the days went on I grew more dismayed
The fault in our stars had arrived, and there it stayed

So I cursed and screamed and pleaded and prayed
I reasoned and bargained and schemed and delayed
It wasn't long before you were exposed to that violence
So I made a decision. The last step was to leave you in silence

My love is more than passion
It's the connection and rapport
It's the manifesto cut in stone residing in my core
I will protect you and save you before you bleed any more

You are with me always
Though it seems i can't stay
I will see you always
As the one who got away
I will hear you always
Though not by the sound of your voice
You are missing to me always
As I did not give you a choice

I love you with all my heart
Which is why I have long since known
My life is a war that is tearing me apart:
The battle i must fight alone

Your call of love is only an echo. It's all but spent, yet I hear your intent- even with the final blow. All the talk of lost soft caresses frosts my mind's recesses. I can't help but stop and think. That moment.. is gone within the time of a blink. A soothing song that's dangerous when you sing along. It paralyzes. The compromises. Trying to hold on to what's already gone.

Time to move on. Save a breath for me when the pain comes strong knowing we weren't meant to be. It hurts now but doesn't compare with never fighting the curse. Vicious circles. Continuing a facade only made us worse. We were never really going where we landed. And I would rather die than survive here alone stranded. So carry me in fond memories that come around now and then.
                                                  
                                                                               I wish you the best,
                                                                        - Never to see you again

He is the Melting ***
Cast Iron
A dreamer of the day as Lawrence foretold
To even dare the possibility of revealing the old truth
Gives way to a long pause
A drawn in breath that if held in long enough will boil over
And before boiling over that whistle will demand attention
First and foremost

He says his name aloud and turns away
His mind bounding to the next grandiose idea
The next afformation to improve upon
The next trait to emulate
The next ideal

Never giving heed to the fire at his side
Making his insides churn
He cannot release what lies within
So he carries it around

Being Cast Iron
Yet there is only what he can do
Being Cast Iron
And all that he can be

The reason I left was not of your being
It was that side of you kept well hidden, not for seeing
The preliminary basis of a concealed fact
A genuine warning sign maintained with tact
It restrains your hands and demeans your worth
While contemplating the test next time around that you'll see Earth
Slender body in my arms but your vision is crying
A feeling so horrible to give up trying
Dying each day to be born anew
With Depraved Heart sentience for filling that shoe

At first in your voice I heard inspirational phrases
Peering through the rain for better weather phases
Fighting and twisting to match their ennui
But you bounded through all the reciprocity
Catching the vapor updraft with that shy grin
Remembering the skin you're wearing is genuine
You march to that drum beat sounding the lightning storm
Of A cold heart blowing in the wind, unaware that it's warm

So in breaking your heart you'll hear love again and take flight
Prance with every step and paint a newly blank canvas full of fight
The part of you crying, "missing puzzle piece hidden in plain sight!"
Is the very same light within you I've seen shine so bright
And know I came to realize by the end of this night...
The next day and Tomorrow are yours to write