Looking back at my past relationships I see every wrong move. A comment that I overlooked. A moment I should have fiercely objected. A love that I only ever wished to see protected. In the end it was little more than a backfire that brought me to my knees.

I'm always too nice. Did i expect my relationship to be exempt from human nature's cruelty or did I assume I could only pick someone worthy of my love.
Oh how I've been wrong.

Hindsight comes like a cracking sensation and a numbing Beat. In plain sight you can see all the wrongs with no hope of ever correcting them. Future endeavors carry tarnished and thickened heart beats.

Gorging ones self on new love serves only to feed an insatiable appetite. When your hopes have been deleted and your past trashed. Viruses riddle your mind to a muddy vision of what once was. Nothing seems right anymore. Destined only to hurt the ones who care. The ones lending their hearts to share.

I meet the love of my life everyday. She's that girl I met at the shops; at the bar ordering a cocktail for three; on the street giving change to a homeless man. Last week I met her filling up that Diahatsu. It might as well have been a Lamborghini or a rocketship. None of it made sense but her.

She's nothing special wrapped inside everything I've ever dreamed of. She's the vision I catch a glimpse of when I imagine what it's like to be happy. The endless collapsing of short lived memories. Voids filling with the putty of a tender fantasy. If I could grab you and share my reality. If I could explain my mind in words that made me sound sane. If only that worked.

A jump start.
Or was it heads first?
Either way I found myself talking to flowers!

Yeah, how high?!
I, couldn't look away!
A past life recurrence in just a matter of hours.

Empty buildings.
Full insights.
In the glow of the moon.
Not seeing the end was a shape of a spoon.

I can't remember that walk home.
Was it cold?
Was I tired?
Pure chance we even met, my life was inspired!
The soul is deep and the mind ever deeper.
Free spirits we are, but always a 'keeper'.
Like A true treasure kept or the powers of a hero.
I'll think of you always ....
you're my one.
My zero.