These three words are getting harder to say
I don't know if the feeling has gone completely
Or if it was ever there in the first place
We've become more distance
And I feel less optimistic
That this is going to work
I use to call you sweet names
But things have really change
And at one time you said I was all that mattered
And I was your world
And now I'm starting to question that day
Wondering what really happened to that girl
One bad episode of life
Has left you feeling not right
I don't want to give up
But everyone else says it's the right thing to do
I've never been the one to listen to others
And trust still isn't a cup I can drink from
If it's passed to me from you
Lately I feel confused
And my feeling felt like they've been abused
But at the end of the day
I made my choice
And I said I'd stay
Because deep down
I love you

strong hands and soft green eyes,
i could get lost in the corners of his mind.
he has soft brown locks
that were made for my fingers to comb through
and without him this life would be so very blue.
i was made for him and he for me.
our lives were made to intertwine
like two branches on a tree.

but we’ve met a fork in the road,
so to speak,
and now our love might have reached its peak.
I don’t want to lose,
so which path should we choose?
end it now?
and maybe somewhere down the road we could begin again?
or keep dragging it out?
so that we won’t be able to stand each other by the time we burnout?

I don't know how, probably never will.
The capture of understanding eludes me
there is no definable logic or reason.

I wish I could capture all the molecules invading the senses and elements of mystery that constantly reshape themselves with the answer being you to the question of love.

For these fleeting seconds, I am fully completely adamant without doubt

For every fibre of my wishing different there seems to be an antidote ready to mute any plausible argument
You don't fit me well
You complement me perfectly
You don't see it my way
You see my endless potential
You wreak of disaster,
You smell so **** good
The argument goes on
Till i suspect the day I surrender
Twisted up in a messy kaleidoscope of love
As dark as it is light
But I am a shadow of thought
A beckoning dream
Contorting into a nightmare
Curious to capture
Hard to take hold
Designing your delusion
Bringing nothing but confusion

I suspect I never will succumb
Except for those few moments
How quickly and darkly they pass
I am happy here staving off
My affections for your disaffections
While you Completely disarm my ever rearming senses
I loathe you as much as I love you
I scramble all the pieces of you only to find them in my heart
For this second any way and after the next,
Perhaps,
perhaps,
perhaps?

Am I supposed to find correlation
   in your eccentricity?
Or was this confusion your intention all along?
Are you afraid that if I find truth
   that I'll lose interest in you?
Maybe it's my own insecurity that fuels this doubt
Maybe
   It's really not you
      It's me

I can feel it slowly happening
Hot midsummer evening
?It's dancing with my hidden fears?
Slowly covering my undrying tears?
It slowly flowing into my soul?
Giving life to my cold coals?

I am so passionately scared of you?
So Frightful of the things you do?
Things you do in ignorance?
None of which require penance?
Slowly I'm sinking deeper and deeper?
Brink of loving, thoughts now meager

I cannot stop this slow dance?
It pulls my person, grabs my heart?
Breaths my air, puppeteer stringing?
Along unrequited love in a sinister advance??
I cannot stop my falling for you?
I cannot stop this slow drop

Dead, like the leaves of autumn.
You probably don't even bother.
Anyways, how have you been?
Happy, maybe?

Angry is an understatement. Thought
You should know that.
Understand, dear?

Last time, I waited. For
An answer. A full
Reply.
Anything better, than that one deadly
Sentence.
And sometimes, I wonder. Is
That it?
Is that all you have to say for yourself?

we are two trees

lilts of speech
and
soft tapping tendrils played on
stringéd instruments
that is our water supply

intense lashéd eye contact
wrapping our long legs and aching arms around
each other's anatomy
that is our sunshine

heavy, breathy sighs
and long, slithering love-making
that is our photosynthesis

grow with me