Sometimes I talk about you like you're away on a trip and you're coming back.
Throwing you into casual conversations as if the people I was conversing with felt everything you make me feel.
Pretending they understand the depths of my heart
and how deep you've fallen into it.

But not even I understand the intensity that is you.

Like gravity you pull me back and hold me down.
Trapping me in an illusion of a story never told and never to be told
but forever read in my head.
A never ending dialogue between love and loss, let go and hold on.

A love story.

A tragically beautiful love story.

You've come so unexpected,
Slipping through the cracks of my heart
and finding your own place in it.
Finding space in the emptiness
and filling it with your own form of love.

But it hurts.

You're the scab to my healing heart that I want to pick.
Refresh the wound that's now become so self inflicted
and continue the cycle of love and loss.
I don't want it to be scarred.

I just want to remain wounded.

But my heart feels your presence.
You've become a long awaited antidote to this emptiness
and I can't get you out.
Slowly,
I'm healing.

But forces will try to tear us apart.
Our Love will be seen not as a work of art
but crafted by the devil.
A spell cast over our eyes
blinding us from the truth that is God.
We will look misguided and lost,
but not all who wander are.

It's the devil who wants to take us away from love.

Remember that.

It's the devil who doesn't want happiness.

You make me feel love.
You make me happy.
You make me want to go to church and be with God.
How could the thing that's supposed to take me away from him
make me want to grow closer?

But it's not you who takes me away.

It's them.
It's the very people who want me most to find God
that push me away from him.
They are my devil.
They throw scripture in our face to tell us we are ******.
They cut us with verses to enforce what they believe to be is true.

But they are not alone.

*Remember, the devil knows and uses scripture too.

Where is the place in which dreams start,
Is it a secret place deep in our heart?
No by dreams I mean not the ones that happen when we close our eyes,
Not the ones that pop up when we tell the world goodbye.
I mean the dreams that push us forward,
The ones that say keep going this isn't over.
The ones that make us jump like kids,
And get us all excited and make us want to live.
The ones where when times are tough,
We think this dream and its enough.
Where is the place in which they start,
Is it our home, is it our loved ones, is it our art?
What is that thing that inspires every one of us,
To try and do all these crazy things,
Like act, dance, or sing.
We each have a dream and it can't be ignored,
Inside all of us it's like a lion with a loud roar.
But time keeps telling us to shut it up.
To **** the dreams that inspire each of us.
We lose hope and let them go,
We say goodbye to the world we dreamed to hold.
Look back to the place in which they had their start,
Don't let others tear them from your heart.
Inspire, dream, and let them live,
Follow them until the very end.
Because without them we would never reach the stars,
And we wouldn't be able to take our lives too far.
But with them the world seems like magic,
With adventure, love, and something tragic.
But like all good fairy tales there is a happy end,
One with a loved one or a special friend.
So keep on dreaming until you die,
Hold on tight and let them fly.
Because in the end you will reach your dream,
And when you do all will be redeemed.

I need a friend and now you're gone
You said you'd stay but instead you've run.
I said I was sorry a million times,
Yet to you my sorry is lost in rhythms of rhymes.
It's a continuous cycle of yes and no,
One day you're here and the next day you go.
I can't seem to make you stay no matter what I do,
So maybe I should walk away and make me the one you lose.
You told me to make a choice, decide where you fit,
But I'm the one who has tried to bend and I'm the one whose split.
I don't know what makes you so special and I really don't care,
I just want you to stay but you won't and it seems so unfair.
What did I do but love you the best I could?
Except my love you don't want, to you it's no good.
I'm sorry I'm not your prince, I'm sorry I'm not your lover.
It just ***** those are the only roles you've left for me to uncover.
You know me better than anyone else in this world,
You know my secrets and my fears, you know me completely unfurled.
You told me what you need but now it's my turn,
I've always been told we accept the love we think we deserve.
The love I receive from you has been fickle and sparse,
Not one that will benefit my fragile heart.
It hurts to know that you can easily let go,
Of something I wish you would preciously hold.
Am I disposable, am I a bother to your life?
I'm sorry I try so hard to fit and make everything right.
I need a friend, someone constant and true,
Someone who would love me no matter their mood.
I won't settle anymore, I'm not a toy
That you can take out and play with when you want a little joy.
I know you try and love me but it's too hard,
So I will turn and walk away, I wont leave us with more scars.
I put up with so much and my armor is finally broken,
I withstood all I could, but now I have finally spoken.
I wish you would see how much I love and care,
About how I opened myself up and left myself bare.
But we're all blinded by our own points of view,
Each of our visions all torn up and askew.
I don't know what else I can say or what else I can do,
I just hope with my absence I can finally show that I truly love you.

I count the freckles on your back as if they were the luminescent stars of the night sky.
I connect them like dots,
creating shapes and images that resemble the constellations that float ceaselessly through space.

Men use the sky as a page to unfold myths of gods and adventure.
I use your back as my canvas to create a tale of us,
and the images I've painted are beautiful.

I see two bodies entwined in one another.
My body perfectly scooped to the shape of your sleeping curve.
Two bodies,
but one glistening heart.
I cast to the sky the sensations of intimacy.
The first time your calloused hands caressed my skin,
and how you soothed that rough touch with a tender kiss.

I inscribe on your skin the word love,
but I'm scratching at stars that I can't reach.
The constellations I've created are mere reflections of the impressions you left on my soul.
Love projected onto a canvas that you will never see.

For we gaze upon two different skies.

I dream of us by night.
In the dusty recess of my mind I drown in thoughts of you.
But it's you a dreamer of the day who is a dangerous man.
For you may act out your dreams with eyes wide open,
and you move without the stars in sight.

For the sky on your back is all I will ever see,
since that September night you turned and walked away from me.