I awoke one morning
And i realised
I hated life
Because i couldn't spend it with you
Instead of accepting it
And moving on
I let the notion of you torture me
At four in the morning
When i was alone
And at four in the afternoon
When i wasn't
Call me foolish, naive and childish
Call me whatever you please
But it will never change my desire
And how it only burns for you

It is both an honour and a privilege

To be alive at such a time

That you are too

The thing about life is, we never know what people are thinking. We are never aware of how others truly feel. As a result, we create our own ideas in our minds about how close we really are to each other. We become captivated by this fantasy within our minds and when we finally look back at our reality - we are disappointed. That's the thing about daydreams and fantasies, when all is said and done, they only exist for those who create it in the first place. Meanwhile, the other person has no idea; it does not exist for them. It is a vicious cycle you see, for they too are caught up in their own fantasy.

And you are nothing but a mere observer.

when she looks at me
she doesn't see it
that which she does not see
is desire
is longing
is need
however, she is not blind
she is the opposite
for why would you feel fire
for the likes of me

If you knew tomorrow would not come
Would you tell him?
Would you gaze into his eyes
His beautiful, blissful, breath taking eyes
And spill the depths of your wasted heart
Until every last ounce of desire
Was there for him to mistakingly behold

Would you put it down in words or
Would you inform him with your sound?
Laughing to hide the seriousness of love
Sobbing to convey your true intentions?

I can hear him now; "you poor little fool"
At least he would know
He would dismiss it in an instant
But at least
He would know

Would you respectfully distance yourself
Or inch closer than ever before
Apologising for your childish naivety
Pleading to him to forget all you've said

If you knew tomorrow would not come
If he knew tomorrow would not come
Would you swiftly part ways
Or finally
collapse into each others arms.