Explain to me why you aren't,
Just another regret.
Tell me why you should be,
A memory I won't forget.

Why should I remember,
Why should I care?
What will remind me,
That you aren't there?

Do you really think,
That you will be in my dreams?
What will make this,
Not what it seems?

Why are you different,
What makes you the best?
In my long line of memories,
What puts you above the rest?

Give me a reason why.
What gives you such allure?
You are just another of mine,
In a line of beautiful failures.

I'll always remember what happened tonight, laying with you in the moonlight. With stars in your eyes and the wind in your hair, such a beautiful sight.

Your fingers felt so perfect and small, when lost in the size of my calloused paw. I loved the way your toes would wander, picking up slack when we would stall.

You marked this day in my history, when I heard you whisper words that were me. It was so hard not to whisper back, so hard to set myself free.

I could feel your heat just beneath the skin, melting my will so ever thin. It wasn't long before I let go, I wanted it to begin.

The slide of slick summer sweat, your taste as good as it could get. It wasn't what I had planned, but hold no regret.

Just the lovely lust of two kindred, no faith, no pride, no heart injured. No exceptions, excuses, or concessions made, no religion plundered.

This was just you and I, ignoring all but stars in the sky. This was just you and yours, corrupting me and my.

Tonight you broke my every rule, tonight the first I've enjoyed school. You certainly are one of a kind, for you I'll play the fool.

Dreams. Dreams. Come and gone,
Begin with the night, end with the dawn.
Darkness changes something within me,
The night finally sets me free.

Nine to five, that's my night,
Begins at dusk and ends with light.
The moon changes something within me,
The infinite stars all set me free.

Highest highs and lowest lows,
Passing with the evening throes.
Streetlights change something within me.
Sidewalks set my tired feet free.

Lonesome paths and friendly trails,
They all meet up at the rails.
The quiet changes something within me,
The silken silence sets my thoughts free.

A hundred years I could live tonight,
Me alone, here in the moonlight.
The darkness revealing the true me,
The night, finally setting me free.

You and me,
Just wait and see.
You'll never believe,
What we could be.

Our hearts align,
It's in the design.
I don't know yours,
But you know mine.

You may be scared,
But if you dare,
I can show you,
I truly cared.

Your beauty defies,
My very eyes.
Don't you blush,
I don't tell lies.

To hold your hand,
I won't demand.
Let's take it slow,
You're in command.

When it's right,
You'll feel the light.
That's when you know,
We will be alright.

It's you and me,
Just waiting to see,
What this love,
Might turn out to be.

It's been a circuitous route,
You and me.
But someday, I know,
We will be where we need to be.

Some might call it destiny,
Others might say fate.
Or maybe there is a master plan,
And a predetermined date.

Maybe you call it,
A push from above.
What ever it may be,
I call it love.

Because girl, I've wanted you,
Since that very first day.
I know it's hard.
But I've want to say:

I love you. More than you know.
I miss you, whenever we part,
Yet through the years,
I've never stopped wanting your heart.

I miss you.
I want you.
I need you.
I love you.

Title: One Thing Is Still True
Posted On: 2012-10-02 05:03:59 UTC


I hate the boy I used to be.
The childish thoughts,
The fantasy of love and loss,
All that junk just wasn't me.

I hate the long hair,
The dark, late nights,
The depressed poetry.
I don't know why I cared.

I hate the way I felt,
The hopeless longing.
Pathetic words to you,
Praying your heart would melt.

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So I took that ** and fed the fire,
I made life about my desire.
I quit the ****, the sadness, the games,
I set myself for higher aims.

I cut my hair, spiked it up,
Pressed the bar, not big enough.
I hit on girls, hotter than you,
I quit dreaming, whimpering too.

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I hate the boy I used to be.
He was weak and sad,
He was stupid and wrong.
He just wasn't me.

Only one thing is still true.
The love,
The dream,
The wanting you.

…is what my name means.
I think it fitting, for me, so it seems.
I can never decide to which I belong.
Just as likely to commit right or wrong.
Perhaps I was predestined – I didn’t choose my name.
Someone must have known. Parents? God? The same.
Maybe my subconscious decided it should be so,
It heard my names meaning and let both sides grow.
Morality became fluid, bending at will.
Yet, who’s is a morality? Is yours mine? Is it still?
Why can’t I make up my own moral story,
On who’s authority does my conscience worry?
I think my morality is now all my own.
Yet for half of my actions, you beg I atone,
You pray I repent from what I think right,
Then laud my achievements round dinner each night.
I’m getting mixed signals, how can I be two?
Half of me perfect, half a false truth?
So it seems to me that the dark and the light,
Have split me even, half day and half night.
Half of me despicable, a monstrosity of lies,
Half of me perfect in your righteous eyes.
I need a connection, a passion, a choice to make,
I need to choose one or other – a single path to take.
The division is ripping, tearing me apart,
I feel joy in anger, hateful love in my heart.
With one decision, I’ll choose what I mean.
Of the Light and the Dark isn’t very fitting, it seems.