...Don't put your foot through the door if you don't intend on staying.  
   All I ask is for your plain security.
   ...Don't put your hand into mine if there's a chance of you going.
      All I want is for you to stay.
      ...Don't look me straight in the eyes if you intend on lying.
         All I seek is the truth.
         ...Don't lay beside my body if you want to cheat.
            All I ask is for your love, irrevocably.

I am not afraid of love.
I am afraid of being hurt beyond repair.

I am afraid of giving my all to one,
Who may not always be there.

I am afraid of losing myself
And never finding my way back.

I am afraid of falling in love--
If you aren't falling back.

I try not to get my hopes up
Because they have a habit of turning into ropes
That wrap around my throat
And leave burns that never go away
But when it strangely starts to look good
I get caught up in the moment
And I lose myself down a narrow narrow pathway
I get lost among the certain few positive events that occur
That my mind's focus fails to see the whole picture
And when reality swarms in
I am never ready
Caught with my guard down
I drown in all the facts and dreadful truths
Laying at the bottom
Immobilized
Lungs filled with bricks
Deflated
Shrunken
Heart
Shriveled
Pressured
Beaten
Broken
To keep from narrowing my mind
How will I ever learn
When will I ever recognize
That moment where I am about to make a mistake
So I can attack at mid stride
Turn it around
And not **** up
Shake my own shoulders
To loosen some sense
Hold onto those wide open thoughts
Never let them leave your brain
Tie them down
Keep them on their toes
And most importantly
Keep them on your side
A narrow mind
Doesn't see clearly
It tricks itself
Traps itself
And sometimes you can't get away
Trapped forever
In a place lead by the blind

When you are young
you believe
you will never be
middle-aged.
When you are
middle-aged
you believe
you will never be
old.
When you are old
you believe
you aren't really
that old.
And then you die.
Surprise!

   ~mce

There will come a point in your life
When you will realize that:

The thing that you fought for,
The thing that you held so close for years and years,
The one thing that had kept you alive and breathing,
The only thing that had you sane,
The only  reason you thought you had that made you exist

Can be taken away from you by choice or by fate
In a blink of an eye

Without any warning of any kind
Without a second chance

To make you realize that you are human.

*You are human and you are loved.

Kiss the calamity on my lips
and leave your imprint of
atrophy like a stain on my skin.
What is really a love poem
but bits of broken words
you said in your sleep?

I hear music in the distance
that sounds like things I cannot
romanticize with justice. There's
deterioration in the melody, and
with every beat
your heart skips I get a closer look
at the fragments of you that fell apart.
Somethings are just too personal,
like what I daydream about 24/7, or
that fire dancing behind your closed lids
that warms your dreams when
another can't fuel them
physically.

The biggest thing about ourselves we
could hope to have is our
complex. And even that
is pretty small. The ground can't
handle the weight of our hearts
and we're just begging to slip
into the cracks of the
pavements to our proverbial
futures. You always did
connect more to torn and ripped
remains of poems
than fresh handwritten ones, with
evidence of my glistening
fingerprints
all over.

We don't die like stars, you say. We die
like heartache. Real, tangible,
and then just gone.