The question is not what can be
But moreso of what will be

We have no idea
Nor concept
Of what the future holds

But if we can somehow
Isolate a finite set of rules
Or principles
We could create a better
Understanding
Or equation

One which we could possibly
Engage each other
And ourselves in,
And delve farther
Into "what if"
Rather than "if what".

There really is something
About standing in the rain
That makes it truly primal.

It isn't that there's some
"Godly presence"
Or spiritual overwhelm.

But something about it that makes
Us all feel small
Or large in our own ways.

Knowing that the world
Itself can condense water into moisture
And its harmless
As it falls from the skies in sheets
And waves.

And yet,
Every time it rains
I pray for thunder
And lighting.
Willing the skies to crack and sizzle
Through the night skies.

Nothing I have experienced yet
Can compare to its
Awe and simplicity.

Do you hear that sound?
Its small,
Infinitesimal,
But still there.

That's the sound
Of my heart breaking.
That's the sound
Of you seeing someone
Else.

And more,
That's the sound
Of you telling me
About him.

That,
Right there,
Is my heart
Breaking.

I can't tell you
How long I've waited
To touch you
To kiss you
To hold you
In my arms.

There are so many things
I want to do
To you
For you
With just us.

I can't tell you
How I ache
Physically
Emotionally
All of me
For you.

I can't wait to
Show you
What I'm planning
For you.

I hope you'll love it.

As you drift off from reality, and what you thought was real,
You remember all the memories and the looks you had to steal,
Slowly as the dream fades, and you slip into the fold,
You turn inward and think to yourself, why is it so cold?

I am a prisoner
A prisoner with no dreams
Like a window-less cell
I go in every night
And the door shuts
Then it disappears.

I wake with new scars
And no memory
Of how I got them.

Sword marks
Needles
Bullet holes.

They're all emotional
Psychological
No physical marks.

Desperation.
How do I break this?
How do I escape?

Perhaps
You're lost to me.
Perhaps
I've lost you.

I wonder
What it was to make me
Love you.
I wonder
What it was
To make me
Lose you.

Could you tell me?
Do I have the right to ask?
Could you be honest with me?
Would you?
Be honest.
Say something.

I suppose its over.
Should I just say goodbye?
Or should I prolong
The agony
And just stay?

Destroy my psyche
And my heart
While you frolic
With someone else?

Frolic with my heart then
Take it from my chest
In your bare hands
And then crush it.
Go ahead.