You are my start and my end
My solace, and my best friend
The keen listener at the end of a long day
The only light when shadows are at bay.

And yet, I can feel myself slipping
As you guide me across the frozen water
Even with your reassuring hold on me tight
Somehow that just isn't enough tonight.

There are too many missing pages
Endless questions left unanswered
That I am left torn by the discrepancies
From those who claim to know you better.

Faith does not exist without trust
And trust does not exist without clarity
Realizing this I feel as if I have only been pretending
To understand more than I actually do.

I witness as the structures surrounding you collapse
The fear creeps in for I know nothing
Of the world without their shelter
And here I am left to design my own skyline.

I may wobble and crash onto the cracked ice
That threatens to swallow me whole with every impact
But nothing counts unless I've earned it on my own
So hold on to me and the hope for my return.

For I am your catapult, my Love
Stronger the further I am pulled back
After all, you are my start
And my end.

I walk the fine line between love and hate
Consecutively losing balance and falling
Into the deep abyss of either one
Just to climb my way up and slip right into the other

Every landing just can't seem to arrive any sooner
Consistent with it's tasteless teasing
As if my mind has not sat through enough horrors
I reason with myself, that it probably really hasn't

My vocal chords have no more screams to release
Aware that they would just be consumed by the echoes
From the last time I was there
A shift in amplitude never changed a thing.

And still, I walk the fine line between love and hate
Despite the times my body slams onto the cold, hard ground
For it is the only path I have
To absolute indifference.

I live my life in hues of blue
I live my life in spite of you.

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You once drew a picture
Of the land and the sea
With our names scribbled across
There was you, and there was me.

Always a few steps ahead
You saw the divide
As I stubbornly attempted to prove
We belonged on the same side.

The pin-drop silence and still air
Distinguishes the wrong from right
I keep my eyes glued to the ground
Embarrassed, with my lips sewn tight.

Rather than intersecting lines
With a single momentary collision
We are more like those parallel
Dangerously close up until infinity.

So though you never asked
I've come to fix your little metaphor.

Me and you, we're more like
the sea and the sky
Each passing second
As my waves rise and fall
I tirelessly beat my own record
Of new heights, just to get on yours
But all you do is look down on me
With a hint of amusement.

I lay defeated beneath you
On my back, lost in your vastness
My clear waters reflect everything
That is painted across your horizon
And I am most beautiful when mirroring the color of you;
Your favorite, that powder blue.

Fall in love with a man who's good with words;
Who tells you there won't come a time he won't be around,
But as the days turn to months and the months turn to years,
As you choke back your tears while you drown in your fears,
He is nowhere to be found.

Fall in love with a man who's good with words;
He'll find 100 different ways to say that he loves you,
Each one sweeter and more heart-tugging than the last,
Watch him use them for his own manipulation,
Up until he decides that this is it, that his "love" has come to pass.

Fall in love with a man who's good with words;
He'll express how he hates seeing you sad, making you cry,
But like a stubborn child, he never learns from his mistakes,
Protecting his ego and his sense of pride,
when all you wanted was to see him try.

Fall in love with a man who's good with words;
He'll need you to know that he thinks you're a goddess,
And oh, will you believe his overdone flattery,
But realise this: once he's done and he's gotten what he came for,
Every single flaw and secret will be made into a mockery.

The same voice that sang you praises,
will be shouting words shaped like knives aimed at your heart.

The same tongue that formed you personalised spoken poetry,
will lash out at you,
further crumbling the pieces he promised to put back together.

The man who's good with words rarely means them,
He's mastered them because they are all he has to offer, all he has to bring to the table,
But still you need to fall in love with him and his words,
So you'll know how to treasure the man who doesn't need them.

Time has stopped without you here
In your absence I hold you dear
The intensity grows into the night
With only the void to speak of my plight

You run around with looks that could ****
And yet like stagnant water I remain still
The cutting of ties you grew accustomed to
In my place they are all completely new

So forgive me for forgetting the days
For reality itself has become such a haze
I know the clock will one day start again
Or that's what I say to take away the pain.

People tend to hide away from storms
Seal their windows, close their doors
Never did it cross my parents' minds
They raised a child who didn't conform

As I would watch my little light show
I saw traces of you in the cracks in the sky
And while you are in everything I know
This resemblance was eerie

The lightning that threatens to strike the ground
Just like you, it makes my heart pound
Harmful, deadly, to be feared
And yet one of the only things that ever brought me out of the gloom

The growling thunder that refuses to be ignored
Much like your voice resonating in my ear
One year, two months
And you're very much still here

I guess what I never quite registered
Is how with storms come tragedy
Only beautiful from afar
Not when its where you are

If only I ran like the others as you were approaching
I wouldn't have been burnt to a crisp
Soaked in my sorrows
Unable to forget your touch on my skin

But honey, you're long gone
And I still haven't looked away
Hoping for our chance encounter as new faces
Maybe tomorrow, if not today.