the Dark is so lonely
not a Soul or Soulless roams
there is but a howl of the Wind
though there is worse company than The Stars
so I suppose I should be grateful
to be The Only soul or soulless
Roaming

I have lost my ******* mind
she wildly yells with tear stained eyes

rolling, flailing; limb and jargon
control is left out of the bargain

cramped from laughing, all is seized
she gasps for breath, there on her knees

sit up straight; smart and refined
I have lost my ******* mind

in the pink dawn of morn a flight dizzies of restraint
its shapely breast enlightened by the too slow rising sun
behind cheerful demeanor a deft, watchful eye may taint
the gossamer certainty of which the fowl had none

silenced by loss of hope, he stares pointedly from the light
but it would take only the bat of a butterflys wing
to free the sparrow of its woven cage, and let it sing

he and she physically miles apart
but always together in terms of their heart
each cuddles a pillow and whispers their mind
leaking their secrets one day at a time
tonight they are bonded, both stressed and relieved                          watching brooklyn 99 to turn a new leaf
the sound of the name rings a homely old bell
one which rings as though there ne'er was a farewell
a smile impedes with good wistful delight
but comes the brash of reality; I deserve no goodnight
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Goodnight used to mean closure
It meant I love you; I don't want to leave
But I must
So take this last coin of my affection
"Goodnight"
I haven't forgotten you
And after farewell you still drift in my mind
I earned nothing;
Was handed everything
I don't deserve closure anymore
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or so thought the classically troubled teen
though not gone or high on lean
Her egomania did persist
common amongst these theatrical kids
the truth is this, no word of a lie
an ego is fine just dont be blind
its sound to think highly of yourself,
avoid the complexities of self doubt
players play on, an ancient tale
you deserve self respect, guilt-free; no bail
you earn more than credited, let it be known
you're a force to be reckoned with, even alone
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you are whole

i go for walks past nine
to see the shine of stars in fireflies
beside the wooded buggy path
carrying the burdensome aftermath
of loves lost, found, and misplaced
oh what i'd do to get out of this state

i wish i could forget
but when youre not in deep theres no surface to rise to
only a plateau to look back on
lined in landscape with all the moments that will never be the same
because half the perspective has changed
and once youve turned around
marching forward only takes you back
and backwards is a trippy journey
potholes filled with misconceptions
roots of tangled words and intentions
forces united to ensure
that you never feel the heat of a smile rushing through you
that two notes will never hit in time
that you have to realize youre not that special
never mind that, you are not special
you were an idea
ideas are bountiful but deceptive
its better to love from the mountains than the plains
but at least in the plains theres plain sight
no expectations

how I love you is as far inbetween comfortable and platonic as is possible in this whole made up concept, yet I will love you as is how you want to be loved