Not a day goes by
Not a day goes
That I don't think of
What could have been
What should have been
What should be
Then I remember
That what could have been
Didn't happen
Because of me.

There was a guy
A rather pale fellow
Odd though his complexion was mellow
Who courted a woman
Far darker than he
Though her complexion
He did not see
He loved her still
Despite protest
His love for her would outlast nothing less
Than the time its takes for world, love, peace
Where ever with her is where he wanted to be
Her skin the fruit of a chestnut tree
T’is was soft and her hair curly
Her smile was timid
Her knowledge was vast
And with him also her love would last
So off they ran
Despite protest
To live long together
Having complete life’s quest

Oh how I wish this could be true
Every time I see you my tongue ties
I only want to express the feelings I hold deep
But with every chance given and every moment having passed
I fail
How do I tell him my heart aches for him
How do I make him laugh hearty and true
How can I be there for him as I want to
Without scaring him
Without coming on too strong
Or too weird


Without him running

The tears, they want out
Yet none fall, a thought held in
A way out is found

My emotions roll in waves
Ups and downs are an understatement
On the surface
Events are the same
Flowing in one direction
Yet beneath those steady waves
Are currents flowing in any direction as they choose
I can only sit back and observe
These happenings in nature
Powerless
I am not in control of myself

in between my insecurities

I can’t be found sometimes,
dumbfounded by my surroundings.
hiding,
in between my
insecurities.

i’ve been captured in the moment,
scared to say another word,
caught ,
in between my
insecurities

I got lost within the essence,
talking nonsensical thoughts,
lying inside,
in between my
insecurities.

I learnt my lesson swiftly,
teenage years, lunchbox idioms ,
sandwiched,
in between my
insecurities.

I start to love before reason
Feelings fall upon sight
And at that point
I've already lost

Love is a war they say
Most of the time
With me
Its a onesided battle
Against myself

He likes me
I love him
He's nice
I'm perverted
He hates me
I'm cut it back
He calls me beautiful
I get tongue tied
he expects me to talk
He looks at me
He said I'm glad to see you
*What do I do

Do you even listen when I speak?
Or do you hear only what you want?
I'm sure the latter is the truth.

Do you really think I'm pretty?
Or do you only say that to shut me up?
Its not like I asked for consulence.

Do you even mean half the things that you convey?
Or
Never mind
Your not listening