The truth is she never loved me
All I would have done
The proof as she stood above me
A knife in my lung

All the poems are lies
I do not know love
All attempts and tries
Leave me in the mud

Turn away and leave me be
I can't even help myself
Run away and and leave me
My book cracks the shelf

The fire in your eyes
Kills with a look
The silver in your lies
Could fill up a book

The tears in your eyes
Shatter at a glance
Your fears in disguise
Matte black romance

In this void of stars
We never stood a chance
Falling up is hard
In a same foot dance

I could go on forever
I will.
You could love me never, but
I still..

Not every tear you cry has to fall
Not every guy you date
Has to have it all
Don't stay out too long it's almost winter
Verily those nights I hate
When I'm not with her
You buzzed away with a bounce on a spring
The bees and birds flew late
And never found a wing
You lost your way in a simple summer
But those who wait
May come 'cross a runner

You,

Pull her in all directions.
Dull in her perfections.
Affections like gravel.
Took a trip because she needed to unravel.

She said to unravel her.
Wayward traveler,
Lost in all directions,
Tossed imperfection,
Take what you need.
Naked eyes don't see conceit.
“I'm sorry for my deceit”,
Your fallacy defeat.
Maybe you should take a seat.
Understand, real men are naught weak.
Toil in sweat all week.
Ripping it to make ends meet.
But y'all do you.
I never meant to,

Pull her in all directions.
Dull in her perfections.
Affections like gravel.
Took a trip because she needed to unravel.

Sincerely,

-Luca Ivaldi

Cause you see.
I can be rich and married to a woman in mediocrity;
Or I can be poor and with the woman of my dreams,
I'm sure of it.
Everyone wants a piece they can only get a tour of it.
Fussin for crumbs, I'm baking more of it.
But that's apparent; or superficial?
It's existential at the core of it.
I just need to feel.
Girl, show me something real.
Don't conceal from me.
You can get the deal from me.
We can go and peel.
You can grip the the wood grain wheel.
Make 'em tires squeal...

For me,

Is who I'm running from.
Upset with all I have and haven't done.
Under layers of writing,
Pounds of paper,
Tangles of letters,
Words rearranged,
Metaphors you may think strange.
But here I am.
Hiding in my forest of unspoken conversation.
Bits and pieces can you see me?
Look and listen do you hear me?
Maybe I feel lost because I've grown.
Trees happen to be bigger than shown.

Past poems come to mind.
Of trees;
Of me.
Of flowers;
Which happen to be about her.
Certainly, this same old ǝɔuɐp’
Cannot be my only stance.
This tree has legs,
I must move.
I just hope to not lose it,
As soon as I get in the groove.

-Luca Ivaldi

It seems like a man can't be happy or sad
A man can't be sappy, y'all gettin' mad.

"All you do is sit at home. Go do something."
Constructing

"Where are you? Come home."
Undertones erupting

I do this for us alone.
Even if it's all for nothing.

Let's do, explore and roam.
Even if it's all for nothing.

Live life like I tore this poem.
Like life written,

All for nothing.

-Luca Ivaldi

Separate but a single page
Full of prophecy but never to face
In the same book but it's a new chapter
Full of pain and of our laughter
Quick turn the page and pray to master
And at the end you take me and I take you
And rest for eternity in a beautiful disastrous
Rapture.

-Luca Ivaldi