For truth, and
For meaning,
We plead, and
We question, and
Reason gives birth,
Just to pregnant
Suggestions.

I'm never quite sure who it is that I
Love
Do I love you
Or do I love the thought of you
A question that will constantly
Linger
In my mind

You throw grenades
in my direction and
then run away, leaving
me to try to make sense
of the rubble and dirt
you leave behind.

Sometimes I wonder
If you miss me,
Like how I miss you.

If the sun says goodbye to the moon
Before it even rises, and the moon would fade away. Or if the waves
bid the shores goodbye, everytime the tide changes.

There is no assurance. You'll never know how the other feels and if it's even worth it. Is it worth all the pain and not knowing? Just like how the sun lets the moon shine at night because she knows that he can't shine without her. Can you be my sun and make me shine?

Daytime tells the lies
Sun distracts your thoughts,
Showing how it could be
But nighttime is the truth
It screams it and shouts it
Nothing to look at but reality.

So, I've decided to talk in pen, because pens are smoother.
Pencils scratch, pens slide like honey out of your spoon in to a cup of tea.
A pen does not stumble, a pen does not falter, no, a pen makes a bold mark on a blank piece of paper.

It stands out.

A pen is shouting loud into the sky,
"I am here, I am permanent, I am not to be taken lightly, I matter."
A pen can make mistakes, but they are ******* hard to erase.
Because, you know what?
A mistake is part of a pen's path, and what it has written before matters just as much as what it writes next.

I have decided to write in pen, because my voice is never going to be erased.

So aching to be in love
You romanticize the few good moments
And turn a blind eye to the red flags.

Gut says no
No, no, no
Save yourself the pain, don't ignore me now.