In clean cut lines
Organized chaos
I am not ahead or behind
I walk aside you
Melt alongside you
As your love penetrates
My carefully guarded fortress
Embracing me you disengage
My escape plans
I am learning
To accept all the exceptions
Not get lost in the misdirection
Loving all of me, you smile
I am home now
In this sweet embrace

A dreamer I perch in the clouds
Brought back to earth with
That one song that hits home
And my throat is getting sore
From swallowing the loss
Of everyday without you
My head is becoming tired
Of its different gravities
Heavy and light
My hands are becoming stiff
Grasping on to the memories
Holding onto the hope
The nostalgia is too much
More bitter than sweet
This goodbye is everlasting

we sweat the small stuff and get upset
ready to deflect what we don't expect
storms spread and we get so wet
bad weather that we'd rather forget

we preset our heads to reject
whatever we don't see as correct
we've all bled and shed tears of regret
it's our necks that we try to protect

when letting two hearts connect
reverence has the better effect
it's the common threads that we neglect
instead of accepting we choose to except

It hurts seeing the one you love, love another
What hurts more is hearing the one you love speak of the one they love, but it ain't you.
I hurts having to pretend that you are happy that he's found someone he loves, especially when that person won't love him like you do.
Some days you just wanna tell him that "hey, I'm right here, I've always been here."
Other days you just long for him to hold you and never let you go.
Then it hits you: he does love you, but here's the catch; he loves like he loves his little sister.
He'll never see you as anything other than that and you have to make peace with that fact.

There are those days
When you just wander around aimlessly
Shrouded in hazy daydreams
letting your feet take you places
It is on such journeys
that you end up there
Again

The path so familiar
calling to your inner desires
Against my better judgement
there I was
Again

My dark paradise
Where I was the happiest
Where I endured pain
and suffered loss
like I have never done
Before

Admitted into the heart of it all
Now looking in
as an outsider

She was beautiful
He clearly thought so too
as his fingers traced the contours of her face
Looking at her with so much
love and adoration

Perhaps
even more than he ever did
with me

I stood there
Frozen
A ****** of another's love
I should have left
But the pain
was better than **numbness

No more sunshine, no more light.
No more moon and stars at night.
No one wants to see you cry.
No one wants to say goodbye.
I saw your joy, I see your fear.
On your cheek, I see a tear.
I grab your hand and hold it close.
A few more hours at the most.
I see the hurt, why is it here?
Now from my eye falls a tear.
It starts a river, salty flow.
We all know you have to go.

Listen, it's a beautiful thing
when distilled to its essence;
reduced to its purest form.
A paradox and a paradigm;
a paragon of perfection.
Epic in its arythmetic
progression; poetic.
Like Chinese arithmetic,
so hard it hurts. Yet soft
and exquisite, like a bubble
of love caught in a beating heart.
That place where poetry starts.