You'd be pretty lucky,
if you caught my eyes
staring back into yours.
I'd like to tell you a good reason,
weave a tale of heartwarming lies,
Alas, there's no story behind my evasive eyes.

I nod when I mean to scream 'yes'
To every whim you have.
I smile when I mean to laugh.
I compliment you with the most beautiful of words,
In my silence, I hope you hear me say.
I was born a misdirecting sign-post,
hoping to lead you the right way.


If you'd know me, I'd like to believe,
You'd fall in love with me.
Indefinitely. Instantly.
But in this infinitesimally small moment
that we share,
In an obnoxiously loud world that we stay,
That little space between us is all it takes
For all that is unsaid to lose its way.

If you'd know me, I'd like to believe,
You'd fall in love with me.
Instantly. Indefinitely.
If you'd give me a while,
You could hear, you could see.
You'd know how hopelessly in love I am,
as inarticulate as my thoughts may be.
But with the years it has learned,
This stupid, hopeless heart of mine.
That it simply does not have the luxury of time.

He trains every night,
for the enemy is strong.
His limits, they beg him to stop,
but he pays no heed,
for the night is still long.

Inspiration people find,
in his commitment, relentless.
The fiercest of enemies would shiver,
at his strategies so flawless.

Yet this warrior so perfect,
fails every time he goes to war.
It is not the strength,
the weapons, the planning,
the training, that fail his attacks.
Excruciating - the pain that travels through his spine,
As he stabs himself every time, in the back.

You stare at her and she stares back
You smile, and behold, she only stares back
So beautiful, so...perfect,
"Could she be mine?"
The brain, it backs off
as you start thinking from your groin.
For a few moments, reality loses it's power
to the frozen face of a woman,
that simply stares back.

Rejected, dejected, somewhere
Lies another girl turning to ether,
For ugly and shy rarely mix together,
Unlikely a place to find a gift,
A gift that lures men to what she's not.
A pity, for this angel with her wand
and a flash of light,
Captures all shades and colors,
from white to black,
for men who hate her and drool as they watch,
the beautiful girl that only stares back.

On his deathbed he smirked,
Knowing he would leave behind
His sins with the rest of his mess
Death, after all,
was just eternal blackness.
Just as he took his last breath,
He stood there gloating
Proud of everything he'd done wrong
Till the smile vanished from his face,
As the lights came on.

Within the stories that define,
and memories that linger.
Within the words I write
and the words I whisper,
Part woven, part entangled
Partly hidden, never quite lost,
Similes jump in
to find the expressions I lack,
Partly stuck, partly you hold on,
Like a needle in a haystack.

I owe you an apology.
For my behavior is erratic.
But if you could hear the voices within,
Maybe it would be quite clear
A confused soul is worth nothing.

Things aren't going as they're supposed to.
I could correct their course,
if I only knew how they're supposed to.
What I have is not what I want.
And what I want,
Is probably not worth having.
Like, I said: An apology is due.
For a confused soul, is worth nothing.


Hopefully one day,
I'll get what I want.
Or learn to love what I have.
Till then, I hope this struggle rips me apart.
I hope it keeps me up at night,
as I remember a thousand goodbyes.
And hopefully one day,
it'll make sense.
Because I've lived long enough,
with the feeling that something's missing.
And baby, I know it better than anyone else.
A confused soul is worth nothing.

I am invincible.
Unbeatable. Headstrong.
Each step I take today,
with a marked conviction.
My blood pumps with purpose.
Over-saturated adrenalin
Finds rationale a bit overrated.


All I remember next,
as my thoughts follow my fall,
Is a question that has haunted me often.
Where'd I go wrong?
Wasn't I invincible?
Unbeatable? Headstrong?