he's got more than 9 lives
from staring death in the face
freezing down to his bones
in a bitter dark space
a trek through the mountains,
food's not more than a bite
struggling for existence
for just another night
not knowing what's there
falling fast through the air
and several encounters
with a mad grizzly bear
being tracked in the jungle
by a silent wild cat
it's a feat he survived
with a stalking like that
he's a man with some luck
he's got more than nine lives
he never stops moving
on adventure, he thrives

Should I act with passion
or more with reason?
Have thought behind action
or give my heart freedom?

Our love was a high
that had an expiration.
We knew that good-bye
was an expectation.

We were so quick to fall,
but it was so hard to let go.
I wish that it all
could last longer and grow.

But here we are, a mess,
of emotions exploding,
and unneeded stress
piling on and loading.

Upset and depression.
Anger and hate.
Blame and aggression.
Insults and berate.

I don't like this feeling.
I was it would leave.
Slowly I'm healing
and will no longer grieve.

I just want a place
where I can cry in peace
because I am not
all in one piece.
For a little bit longer
I just want to be alone
its hard to find silence
in this place we call home.

We paddled for miles
on the wide open lake,
with constant sweet smiles
as the oars made a wake.
We pulled up to an island
when the sun started to set,
sunk our feet in the sand,
and let our bodies be wet.
We talked there for hours,
the pink slowly turned black
with smells of wild flowers
and bugs biting our backs.
Still, a paradise hidden
just for us on that day,
But night made it forbidden,
so then we paddled away.

The moment finally came-
you are back
saying sorry, you're glad
with tears on your face, pain in your gaze, and heart full of shame,
all our hate has escaped.
While I spent those months grieving
you spent them disbelieving,
reliving the love through another women.
But look who's crying now!
When she didn't compare.
I learned to conquer the world
so now you stare
at me and swear,
while your heart tears,
and mines been repaired,
that this friendship is truly what you want,
but your face
says something
different.

When you look at her,
I see the pain on your face
while she smiles, unaware,
of the hurt you can't erase.
And that's the worst part-
she doesn't hurt too.
She's moved on with her life
and doesn't think twice about you.
I know she consumes your mind,
every morning through night,
and I know you have tried
to free yourself from this mental fight.
Just that look can show so much,
I wish that I could wipe it away,
and change it to that look of love
instead of that look of dismay.