I know the simplicity
Of walking down a dirt road,
The smell of the air opening your lungs,
Your hand in his.

I know the agony
Of parting after dark,
Your lips shaking from that last kiss
You so dearly wanted to hold forever.

I know the trembling
Of skin that is cold,
Waiting for his jacket to swoop over you,
And bury you in it's scent.

I know the fire
Of a heart and mind,
When you see him holding
Another in his arms, genuinely.

I know the beat,
Of his favorite song,
Which I hated when I first heard.
My opinion has changed, because it is a reminder of you.

I know the vibration,
Of his Adam's apple,
When he speaks the words
"I love you," calm and tenderly.

I thought I knew the person
That I thought you were.

Whispers arise from the sidewalks.
There are footprints stained into
The concrete where my feet gently stand.
Glancing into the distance,
I realize that many people have walked this path before.
Once I thought that I was the only one.
These people, were they once as broken as I am?
Do any of these faded souls still stroll
Down this cracked path, as I do?
These voices whispering into my head
Are telling me that I shouldn't be here.
This is the wrong path to take.
Like I always have, and always will,
I have ignored their requests and continued with my journey.
The stars are behind clouds tonight.
There is no light in the sky,
But there is in fact a bright image
At the end of this broken road.
Footsteps are slowing down.
Prints of prescience are turning around.
Should I continue, or should I twist my posture
And make my way back to the beginning?
Should I listen to those voices that have warned me?
My left foot seeps into the ground once more,
Before I make my decision.

"They"* say 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'
Well, if that's true
Then...  My heart must be huge
Cause I always fall so hard
So fast
So incredibly hard
'In love'
I try to tell myself it's not love
When I have that dreaded thought
"I think I'm falling in lo..."
I stop myself,
Because I KNOW
When that feeling comes...
Only a broken heart is sure to follow
I always fall...
TOO fast
TOO hard
TOO wholeheartedly
I think it's a curse been given to me
So, even though I may lie to myself
Thinking that I'm not in love with you
I know deep down
That it's *not true

We live in our corners
in our moments of existance
in our persistence of everyday word

But what would I give
for at this moment
to be dancing all alone with you

To hold you to my chest
as we sway listening
to the charms of the music

Under shooting stars
we make dearest our wishes
Oh ! how silly we are

And for a moment
to bend down to kiss
warm wet lips you have

How can your cheek
be so soft to my touch
I must claim this find as my own

Come dance in my arms
and kiss with your charms
as we simply float away

37 seconds
that's all it took before I hung up the phone
that's all it took for me to see that you didn't care
at least not like you used to

so much silence
normally our silence is comfortable and filled with love
normally our silence breaks with laughter
but not this time

we said that we were ok
we said that we were gonna be fine
so how then does everything feel so broken

The dark of the night
Can bury hidden thoughts
That no one has known before.

It can hold in memories
That have never escaped
And are stuck within.

The night can bring sadness
That you thought had never been there
Until the stars slowly fade.

Whispers of the night
Can tell you things that have
Been stuck in the wind for years.

Salvations that have been lost
Are brought back to vision
And escape from your soul.

The night tends to pull a person
In so deeply that there is no escape,
Until the sun shines again.

Blood races it's way through skin,
Tears form their way into vision,
In the dark of the night.

Perhaps I'm encased in a box
made out of two-way glass.
A biased one-way mirror...
Mutual vision doesn't meet nor pass.
When you look at me,
you only see,
yourself for all that you care...
Me? Just a faint suggestion that I'm even there.
   Maybe that's why...
      you ask about my life,
      about my strife.
      When I'm about to unload my
      head,
      I end up having to hear about yours
      instead.

Perhaps at times I travel around
in a bubble of frosted glass.
Only a blurred version of me...
Clumsily ploughing through the mass.
Incoherent, misunderstood and unclear.
Unintelligible muffles of hopes and fear.
   Maybe that's why...
      My words are just perceived as
      playful rhymes.
      Never keeping up with the times.
      Words regurgitated but no one
      realises what's coming undone...

Perhaps what I need
is an armour of bulletproof glass.
One of unique quality...
One ahead of its class.
You can do and say what you want.
A shell that would bear most of the brunt.
     I'll be impervious.
          I'll be protected.
               I can be indifferent.
                    I can be jaded.
   Maybe that's all I need...
           A shocking stunt.
                 A fresh perspective.
                      A new plan.
                           Revised objectives.
   Maybe a different name to start all
   over...
      To tie the binds and thoughts that
      scatter...
      Hoping of holding everything
      together...

Come morning, all will be
      forgotten...
Maybe I'd still be beaten.

   So for a chance that's,
     fat as hell
           or
     thin just a sliver...
Truth is of the three, I have neither...
So...

    *what I've said doesn't really matter.