You confuse me
In the most mysterious ways
You admire me
With the most consistent grace
You break me
With the most passionate lays
You love me
In lieu of your face

You taught me what love is
At such a young age
Now that it's over
I have you to blame

If the bud of the rose soon
Dries and dies apart on the ground
Is it better to clip it at the source?
Or is it better to bloom unbound?

I'll return again, my darling.
You can't forget what we had.
The sweet grace of Time
Can't turn this bad.

I'll return again, my darling.
Our lives will be full again.
Keep my ring and poetry-
I left for you on the bed.

I'll return again, my darling.
But if you've moved on, I understand.
I hope you know, my darling--
You're the best of life I've had.

how does one pause the inner workings of a mind?

does it simply take time?
a long unwind?

or does the mind know what's best- when the mind's keeper is at rest.

I can never tell you what you mean to me. For you to see the truth in my words, in my position, will be a stretch. I know you view the world with jaded rosy glasses. But you like them. They still fit. They're comfortable. I get it. Perhaps that is the chasm that I couldn't see from the beginning. Because I forgot my glasses. I saw everything. And now everything is upside down, spinning. Has it always been this way? I panicked. I'm paranoid. I've been hurt, deeply, too many times. I was a doormat for so long I became one, to my core. And that's when I knew. Break it off now, there's no way it'll be reciprocated-it never is. I thought you would be the one to prove me wrong, but I fooled myself. Because you fooled me. The ******* hormones in my brain were having such a good time getting to know each other that they forgot where the hell they put the keys and where they were going and what year it is. How? Why? When?

My soul sings for you. It cries for you. But you will never know this. I tried to walk confidently on the frozen lake, but you were quick to remind me that our weight together will make us fall in. Apart, a small distance, we can be together. But only sometimes for a short while.

Do you know I love you? I am, truly, in love with you. But hey, I don't know how 'serious' you'll take me. I'm just a silly blonde girl. Like the blonde you dated for a month before me that felt the same way. We're all the same to you. Our love? It's something dreams are made of. Ethereal is the only word in this world that comes close.

All I know, is that I'm done. I'm done in the way that scares me inside. Because I'm not alone now. My shadow friend is back. I haven't seen him in two ******* years. Can't say I've missed him, but he's back here now. The ball isn't even in your court. I think we both lost the ball, or maybe, just maybe, the ball left us.

When the stars align
and the sunshine arrives
at the right place
at the right time
...I am alive.

Empty, shattered, cold inside.

"But where to fly?"

I die.  The weight inside is hollow at best.
But where does one wander, at a wanderer's best?

Through the footprints of strangers lost in the night?
Or at their own discourse, a wanderer's delight!

But wait, alas, I've forgotten my shoes.
It's hard to travel when you have traveler's blues.

You don't know what you do to me, my dear.

"Hide my fears and tuck them away"
       Sleep sweetly, drift away.

Go to a place we share once more.

To a land of full trees, full hearts, evermore.

This life is incomplete without you, my dear.

Sleep sweetly, in my arms, and dream once more.

Being in love with you has never caused me hurt. I've only ever wanted to be happy, and to share love you deserve. I contemplated how real you were from the very start. You were strong, and confident. A ghost that came from the dark. It wasn't until I was too far invested, that I realized you took my heart. Now I'm left here, staring down the end we both knew was imminent. But the only words that come to my mind: I've loved you, from the beginning.

You'll never love me
like the sublimity of my dreams.

keep on, baby, keep on.
Through the woods and the weeds and the mystical things we fear.

keep on, baby, keep on.
The things you treasure you can measure by the drops of love you breathe.

keep on, baby, keep on.
The rarity of your soul spreads light to those who seek it most.

Your love seeped in my veins
In an everlasting trickle
Creeping up my spine
To the tips of my flesh, it tickles
Visions of us flash
Like a the glorious death of a star
That's been burning bright for too long
You're magical, that way
With a touch of ubiquity
But not for long—
I know you'll always be with me
In this lifetime, and the next to come
Because if you'll settle for forever
Our love can never be undone.

To love me, you must know the truth.
That I've been damaged,
                          broken,
                          bruised.
But you are quite the opposite of what I dreamed. Nothing bad, just unforeseen.

To love me truly, you must already know--that the light you cast, has revitalized my soul.

I knew the hurt of my heart strings,
Wasn't all for naught.
For the pain I feel is beautiful;
A soul no longer lost.

I was elated today
High on my own demise
Only to realize,
I'm not entirely surprised.
It's you who's brought me back here
To a place I visited once before
It's nothing you could image—
Darker than before.
It's all making sense
And come full circle once more
You saved me from myself
Before this all began
You haven't a clue what you've done
But that's the beauty
We were never planned.

You can't move on
      If someone's still holding you back.
Not necessarily tied down
      But having your mind off track.
The worst part isn't
      In losing your head
The worst part lies
      In losing your friend.

If there's always a battle,
deep within your heart,
how then do you know;
When it stops? When it starts?

don't forget about us, my dear.
the silence is too sullen for me to bear.

your stare, in silence, is what we had--
gazing deeply, falling sweetly.

you had the only key that could unlock
what others had sought.

but like time and time again,
Time always wins.

the key is lost,
my betrothed.

in the sea of despair,
...i rather fancy it there.

I hate what you did to me.
      And what you made me do.
Worst of all is how you left me.
       Denying we were true.
I hate the way you made me feel.
       Because now I'm not the same.
You took from me my innocence.
       My life is not your game.
I hate the way you treated me.
       Just because you knew.
That I could never really hate you-
       Even you knew we were true.

Sorrow is a beautiful emotion.
       From it therein lies heartache, loss,
       and longing.
But what if sorrow did not exist?
       Would we then not know the joys
       of life- and how transcending
       tears can be?
I catch myself uncontrollable at times;
        My emotions making a mess of
        my spirit.
But in times of sorrow I realize-
        How lucky I am to feel it.

I knew I loved you,
     when I couldn't help but stare.
I knew I loved you,
     when you would stroke my hair.
I knew I loved you,
     when you knew I wasn't alright.
I knew I loved you,
     Because it, I couldn't fight.

The shadow person is back.
With the shadow hat and cloak and blanket that makes you oh so comfortable.
Forever inviting, to a place you swore you wouldn't return.
I'm still here existing.
Blowing the dust off the happy mask to wear.
So the shadow person can have me.
Who know's when the sun will rise in my eyes again,
Maybe a week, or two.
I think the shadow person knows, but he keeps secrets for quite some time.