My soul
is getting older,
the nights are colder

and the soles
of these soft worn out
doe-skin boots are thinner

every day, way too thin
to keep the thought
of a frozen plot at bay.

I want to break free
I want to break free
If not this time
When
I can't keep playing
in this head spin
You created these small punctures
that let the steam out ever so slightly
I never thought this love would
be so dominating
As I stand
taking it all in
Theses jabs
are twisting in my guts
and I choose not to cry
Instead, I stand
taking it all in
Wanting to break free
Unable to let you loose
Because you want me

oddly calm in the face of
a downfall
love is a calamity
and we do love suffering,
don’t we?

I am in love with you,
Love.
I want so badly to need somebody,
To be the somebody that they need.
To commit my whole heart to them,
and for them to commit their whole heart to me.
Too often do I love the idea of a person,
Rather than seeing them for who they really are.
Love intoxicates and skews my vision.
And it tears my heart apart.


Oh, I am indeed in love.
Not with him and not with her,
But with an idea.
The idea of loving someone who is deserving of my heart.
The idea of loving so fiercely that our spark will never dwindle
I am in love with you,
Love.