There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk

thank you for teaching me
what i could not learn
on my own

in a way you empower me
yet i constantly
am belittled
by the pressures unspoken

i am powerful
i am powerless
and i am humbled
by the sharp stabs
to my confidence

at times i feel superior
to all negative forces
but then you come around
to destroy me yet again

i will let you in no more
for i am bigger than
the insecurities
and the headaches
i am forced to endure
every
second
of
my
life.

to be indubitably fearless
is an amazing thing
to think that nothing
nothing
could ever
hold me back

but the thought
of never again being restrained
is foreign

to be fearless
is ideal
but could never be possible
when you fill me with doubt
and regret
and negative energy

but to be fearless
is to look you in the face
and say
*******

through thick and thin
that’s what we said
but now i look across the bed
the empty space, so big and clear
it’s all that i could ever fear

close friends at best
never more
but now it’s gone
forgotten lore

why did we
entwine our limbs
embrace in passion
on such a whim

i regret that night
our thoughts astray
clouded by the playful day

now you barely look at me
and when you do I see the guilt
it’s ok
i feel it too
but if you’d just talk to me
i’d help you realize, you’re still free

please don’t regret my body’s touch
or how you sought the sheets to clutch
but most important
don’t forget
what we had before the end
a loving friendship, down to the core
never thought I’d see the door
i’m locked outside
you have the key
through thick and thin?
guess that was just me.