everything's just fine
the rhymes that the poets wind
they're alright, they're platonic
and the laughs are outward
and the sighs are quiet
this time, everything's fine

no use in trying to make them cry
i ask why
but gingerly turn your eyes
everythings fine, no reason
and the feelings are there
but the feelings arent rare

if things were not
if times were hot
if we were brought
to the surface
everything would be harder, and raw and coarse and real
but
here we feel that
everything's.. fine;
you lie.

we will never be as beautiful as our hearts;
and that is our greatest feat.
but
who really loses?

I am troubled, you know? Well no I guess you don't but now you know.
I am deeply disturbed. No, not internally mauled, just an omnipresent unease.
I do not rest, I do not sleep, I am not tired, I cannot eat. When I do manage to do any of these things, they are not welcomed or enjoyed.
I am troubled.

I struggle.
I've thought about it for some time now, and I recoil; I revert. I don't have a distinguished path to follow and i've found this is the hollow cave in which I reside.
I choose to hide; because once I followed the light.
Trust me, that is not my problem. I can see the light, I can feel its warmth and reassurance.
I don't need a light.
I need two, three, four lights plastered on the walls to lead me to the end.

I struggle. I am troubled.

It is what I want to be instead,
Into your heart
inside your head.

Oh, the privilege to share the intricate pulses of your mind
and the welcoming of your feel, your touch all too real.

and all I've been, you said
is another wound, torn
across your bed.

Oh, should it hurt more than this?
or is the shattered realization
a ****** expectation
no longer a fear
only a time
bomb.

I walked right past you and her; and those looks of disdain.

Not in fear

Not in self preservation

Not in ignorance

No.

I walked past you because I’m not sorry
and you need to know that;

Im not sorry at all.