Time is ruthless, uncaring and set to its course,
grit your teeth, relax, hold on let’s not use force.

Just like that - the blink of an eye, the shift of our feet,
unwavering and settled in, now is not the time for peace.

Grow through the pain and remember the rage,
you flip to the end of the story, no more ink for this page.

Stand still, remain calm, now is far too late,
mixed signals, invisible interest, all I have is time to wait.

You my mirage, a lie that I need to believe,
I’m alive and maybe that’s the reason you grieve.

We mimic moments that are repeatable but break with a squeeze,
I am your mountain broken to pieces but your whisper, its breeze.

Chase me, reel me in until you plant your discretion in my bones,
I buckle down, dig in, you’re all I wanted except for the unknowns.

There’s a soft spot hidden in the depths of this soul,
living lies and question truth as our discretion takes its toll.

We’re lit now, the wick, dynamite set to explode,
we missed the target, we’ll try again, empty clip, let’s just reload?

Take your time, there’s only forever that’s left now,
we crossed our hearts and begged time to see what it will allow.

There’s a level of love buried behind your kind eyes,
a misplaced terrible truth, upended before the lies.

Your touch, a soft warm glow just beyond the tree line,
uncomfortable calm like one plate short at the table where we dine.

A prophet preaching puzzle pieces, forcing unfamiliar edges to fight,
hold my hand, test my heart and know that moments with you are my respite.

My guardian, perched sentry, posted overlord, you - a tale that’s better with age,
a life unkempt, and eyes that haven’t wept, a calm soul that’s never seen rage.

Be a shadow, steal my footfalls, lend a hand when ears bleed red,
forever words, like guided missiles, mean more based on who, or what, was said.

A lack of empty trust, replaced with expert dignity and never-extinguished lust,
our lives intertwined, forsaken, with a gridlock that one can hope will not rust.

You’ve roots placed in the deepest, darkest places of me,
if i’m the “apple of your eye” then you, my dear, would be the tree.

Patience tested, revealed only by the  need for now,
the need to breathe, restored, a resurgence of cascading favors were allowed.

My well being, your welfare, never more than a stones throw from home,
sitting across from a mirror image of happiness, leaving lifeless words in our hearts catacombs.

A charge ruled out, an unwillingness to change,
like us, love them, get through this life turning page by page.

We’re the sun, blistered and basking - a million years left until we die out,
like a line in the sand, I’m drawn to you, a picturesque subtlety clouds my doubt.

Parting words, like storm-chased crows, shivering, mumbling bitter words about defeat,
there’s a secret word, whispered wishes regarding a life that’s more discreet.

Cautious trail, the tendrils of agony, take a minute to show your hand,
beaming smile, hidden cache of regression, two lies longer, with no legs to stand.

Chomp at the bit, enamored with putting together the pieces of my past,
stick around for awhile longer, I promise that this feeling won’t last.

The constant care of your dagger stare is suddenly no longer there,
decisions, incredible precision in a hundred lifetimes it wouldn’t be fair.

Standards collapse as lies and deceit make a sudden relapse,
pressure hooks its way into the calm, from eating with the king, and now begging for scraps.

A time for living, the here, the now - death detracted, distracted somehow.

Line up, live each life and take a number,
purchase each pleasure, a need for greed before our final slumber.

My fondest memories - hand-picked, and grossly misused,
a million moments with just one lifetime of happiness, that’s slowly abused.

A “final moments” apology, knees shaking, heart bleeding,
begging my essence, my fade out, my slowly closing ears ignoring your pleading,
A realization that came one lifetime too late - it was always you that I was needing.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have ears to hear, dear,
eyes that'd be lost in a sea of salt water, effects unfounded, I fear.
I tried to multiply the designation of landed blows,
and where and when the next one happens, I'll never know.

A cushion of comfort, radius rewinding,
a stinging snakebite, un-healing, somehow reminding.
A breath, deep, swallowing rationality,
a misguided answer, pointing towards practicality.

Keep me bound, claws fixed in a fury,
bury me deep, cover these wounds in a hurry.
Pick up pieces of me leaving, chase me down as I'm retrieving,
draw a hundred different pictures, one broad brush I'm heaving.

Hands white, outlined in chalk,
Heart dark, filled in with hate-fueled talk.
Picture-perfect, broken camera, eyes red,
hate me now and love me yesterday after I'm dead.

Healing process exists, but I maybe missed the bus.
A broken cough, signs I'm sick, blink of an eye on the cusp.

Like potted plants placed in the shade of life’s yard,
I die a little more each day until life plays its final card.

Stars staggered, making way for something big, something more,
I listen close for whispered words when the shouts go ignored.

A warning, a tremble, a subconscious grievance of time considered,
a time not forgotten by a trusted touch that only you delivered.

A handful of stones unturned,  pleading, rough around the edges,
ourselves a display of dedication to each other, a sign of our pledges.

Let’s close our eyes and gather all of our unused wishes,
cling to hope and do our best to ignore the malicious.

Teeter totter on the blade of passion between death and struggle,
caution poised in the form of living as I expand, and step outside of my bubble.

Stay with me as I empty out my visions to your listening ear,
make me a better me as I admire your reflection, my dear.

You stole it once, my racing, beating, bleeding heart,
now piece it back together as the world’s words tear it apart.

A gruesome view, entitled to let eyes see what they seek,
you use compassion, fits of wonder to restore me, as a way to be unique.

I love the little things that concern you about me,
let’s just stay here, holding on to one another, and let it be.

We stand there listening to our hearts increased pounding,

screams are no longer heard, they’ve left us to our drowning.

Your words encourage, lift up, and wash away all ire,

A mode of respect, a taste of morale victory that will always inspire.

Every future idea, a moment of consistent need,

all of your energy, attention, and efforts fuel my greed.

A hidden meaning presented in perfect plain sight,

a loose embrace, or hand held tight gets me through each night.

A way with words, and each syllable increased meaning,

the curve of these lips lift up a soul that’s comfortably beaming.

There’s a knock on Death’s door as you perform compression's,

A stable stream of stagnant lies that helped cover me in depression,

some half-truths, and even more half-measures,

have led me to reduce my self worth and avoid most pleasures.

Then there’s you: a light-wielding saint with unmatched power,

a simple word, or look helps raise me up in my darkest hour.

You are warm and welcoming, a shelter for my deepest hurt,

a shovel fit to bury each woe and regret under a world of dirt.

You are my sun and my moon,
brightening my day and a reflection of night in the afternoon.

A hanging smile that cripples doubt, catapulting love towards eager ears,
Distressed days, with no mention of completed youth,
heavy  marks, crossing off days and counting down years,
a hanging head reflected in a polished mirror that only speaks truth.

Restrain your disdain as you slowly blow kisses in the wind,
unlatch our hands, let go and slowly unwind so that we can sin again.

I want to smother your smile with words from the wise,
a heartfelt apology that only serves to disguise disgusting lies.

I know that there’s a want, an unexplained need,
it’s so easy for you to just open a hand and watch me feed.

Temptress, oh you make such a lovely noise,
standing still, waiting to strike, so elegantly poised.

Trace each trait of this burning, stable, family tree,
Let’s love what we love and just let each other be.

Hands wringing in tepid anticipation,
marking braver words as a means of simple distraction,
you reel me in with a love long lost, keep me quiet, a beautiful reaction.

Vapid beasts with gnashing teeth are leaving bleeding and loving seasons,
hold your anger in, dial down your self-worth beatings,
now, no not ever is the time for petty reasons.

A coward, me, capable of nothing short of cowering in corners,
wetting myself and my whistle,
borrowing hands to cover mouths and their wicked whispers.

A prize, they say, at the end of life’s road,
“be good so you can pass through Heaven’s gate,” we’re told.

But there’s a here. A now. A broken road that needs paving,
I’m a sucker, a sap, a love story who’s final pages need saving.

A guilt cloaked in laughter as a drug to numb the pain,
“Here’s another joke, another laugh” - a distraction tied to my name.

Monsters have migrated towards the center of me, my heart,
pause awareness, crash through well wishes as a renewed start.

Tuck and tug, form me in the shape that your mind sees fit,
I’ll wait for you, a fraction of the time that it takes love to finally quit.

A humming lullaby, quiet storms existing and advancing,
your pleasure is to pursue, dancing around direct questions that I’m asking,
a sophisticated sneer is hidden behind the wall of a smile that you are masking.

Life leaves its mark with fiery ways and unexpected turns,
I picture death so calming, silence, the ending yearns.

Love casts its miracle as lust rots and turns to rust,
there’s a disappearance in the shadows that’s increasingly difficult to trust.

I trade values for experience, hands tied, the gift of life to Death’s vendor,
incredible beauty, in darkness as I marvel at the splendor.

sinister mister locked away in this rattled cage,
there’s a list of mistakes and retributions that insists in this rage.

There’s a time for memories and pain is temporary, they say -
I cry out. Beg. Loathe everything that goes unanswered as I pray.

There isn’t much left of gratitude, silence and ignorance is an attitude,
disaster in my descent, by choice alone in my solitude.

Pulsing, pushing, panting as you prove me wrong,
regrets forever raging I never pictured this, my final song.

Paper thin conscious, padded room that’s full of options,
a life lacking flavor, you my savior as adaptation.

Gather friends, and twist our tales about the end,
a gallery of guilt painting pictures of intentions not meant to offend.

There’s passion there when we pile on pretend,
shatters like glass stone shores when we can no longer comprehend.

I step back and hand you the reins, to this, my sinking ship,

only truth knows lies, as it passes through you, your lips.

I struck a chord, or a nerve, it helps me value my worth,

desperate eyes have been searching for someone like you, since birth.

An idea that is formed in the minds of man,

You and I together - Fate had another plan.

I smile as sadness invades my pores,

Our mystery and intrigue, your beauty the stuff of Lore.

For comfort, I whisper your name at night,

It gets me through the darkness until that morning light.

My eyes renewed, a new day has begun,

you, before me, until the setting of the sun.

I reach for your hand, to secure it in place,

the life of past loves, gone without a trace.

A wall made of words, my past: my mortar,

the time that we have only gets shorter.

The days fly by, just gone in a flash,

tomorrow becomes yesterday, our forever past.

Late nights spent together, asleep in each other's arms,

all that I ask for, as you resist my charms.

Cautious you crept, and slowly you caved,

unsure still, based on past loves that you gave.

Greedy mind of mine, glued to your side,

instead I chose clever words, for my feelings to hide.