we let each other in

whenever it is convenient.

two lost souls who find solace

in each others arms.

but you’ll never be mine

and I’ll never be yours.

we play this song and dance

over and over.

until one of us gets hurt

and shies away.

only till our loneliness finds its way

back into each others arms.

a charmer with no intention,

you swept me off my feet.

like they always seem to do.  

but someday,

I hold fast,

to the idea that maybe,

just maybe,

you'll fly away with me too.

Sometimes
                    you need to
                                         cross the street
                                                                    and take a look
                                                                                               from the other  
                                                                                                                          side.

The wounded girl repeated old patterns.
Shut people out.
When they perhaps deserved a chance.
She never knew if she'd be ready.
Or how'd she know.
If only she'd take the leap.
Into the void.

Instead she chose to hide.
Protect herself from what may hurt.
Because she could never trust them.
And never would.
Only to repeat the pattern.
Over and over.
And lead an unextraordinary life.

Illness perhaps, or love we will never know.
That woman grew old and alone.
Never to have loved again.
And died with a broken heart.

Your eyes penetrate my soul.

You read my pain.

See my love.

Listen to my truth.

I have trouble with it and shy away.

I build up the wall that has been built over many times before.

Brick by brick.

I build.

Stopping when it feels safe.

Only to be fooled again.

I am wrong.

Again.

How could this be?

Hoping that I would run out of material.

Hoping I would be wrong.

Again.

And I don’t.

And I’m not.

I wish I could detach.

Be free from my past.

But I cant.

We come from two different worlds,

You and I.

You’ll never understand.