I keep going…
Even though my meaning is misconstrued.
I truly believe that we are even.
A living life that’s unfulfilled.
I wait patiently for someone who
will come and be with me.
It’s not that rejection is my enemy...
It’s that my enemy is me.
I know you’ve heard it before
in a way that’s more familiar,
but what can I say
when I feel so similar.
Where is she?
The same place as me…
Tucked away out of the others
eye sight,
or already passed,
but too nervously afraid to say;
‘It’s not okay.’
‘I’m not you;
you're not me.’
The world turned without a pair.
It was us who interjected purpose,
it was us who tried to find reason,
it was us who wrote the meaning,
and it was us who gave in too easily.
A passerby,
or one in too many…
Could it be so frequent
that it was unnecessary to care?
Or so few that I lost it before
I even knew it was there…
I don’t know what to say about that...
‘Love lost people,
As war seeks lives.’
There I’ve done it.
I’ve crushed a rose
and lifted a bitter note
above an atmosphere
made up of a little more than sound,
but a little less than a passion from
something that somewhat comprehends…
I’m human and I don’t understand...
The sun shines violently,
I light where it’s been,
and together we wander.
We know not of,
Just yet,
Where each other roam…
And before it’s all over
I only hope we find one another’s
hidden home,
as we float towards
the final resting earth
within the icy stone’s storm,
traversing chaos’
insignificant unknown...
alone.