Oh, growing pains...
you thicken my veins.
My heart walls shred
to be built up again.

This here is the
epiphane...
what this universal phrase
really means to me.

To grow in size
is no surprise,
but to grow in heart
is the painful, yet sacred prize.

Do not succumb.
Do not go numb.
Just smile wide,
and finish this ***.

Back into your arms
is where I seem to be headed.
I know what I seek
is also to be dreaded.

Is it true this time?
'Cause I won't be fine
if you're just spitting off
yet another round of lines.

Though it seems ever real,
I could be naive...
would not be the first time
you just up and leave.

But that was on me,
what I didn't see
was I wasn't your puppet.
You're you and I'm me.

But here's to a chance,
yet another dance.
Boy, you got what it takes
to render me tranced.

The words you whispered
from the lips that kissed her
sparked a romantic essence.

The skin you touched
knew nothing such,
for it was that of an ever unique presence.

The words you whispered
left her heart blistered;
contrary to actions that you displayed.

The skin you touched
feels nothing much,
for only the print where your hand was stayed.

And the lady you charmed,
left abandoned and harmed,
lies numb in the tears that you carelessly drew...

As you skip away with your romance anew.

"**** what you heard"
was your advice.
But if I did that
my number would be twice...
three times
four times
probably more.
And instead of "sweet"
and "kind"
you'd have called me a *****.
'Cause I got so many people
putting words in my head.
And you took back everything
you ever said.
So here I am stuck
thinking, "Which do I choose?"
'Cause listening to you
only left me bruised.

You've got the right image,
but you've got the wrong form.
I never said I wanted perfect,
wasn't lookin' for the norm.

The pictures didn't have to match.
I wouldn't mind a subtle clash.
But if you want it casual,
then dude, I will be factual...

This lady's got a heart to give.
Free for all ain't how I live.

Not that there's much
wrong with that,
I'm just not down to ride a train
on an unclear track.

But I'll quit the stubborn efforts now,
and wipe the sweat off from my brow.
'Cause while I'll hate to,
I'll admit
that you, sir,
you're just not it.

A name,
a face,
a body,
interlock and swirl.

A game,
a chase,
commodity,
treasures, souls of pearl.

Morals fled,
the soul has bled.
Regret and shame,
myself to blame.

Passion hides,
all subsides.
Feelings faked
for who's sake?

Turn around,
do not go back.
Know it's face
and what it lacks.

Redeem,
progress,
resolve.

Esteem,
redress,
absolve.

Ev­olve.