Somewhere in the shadows I found you.
I don't recall what I was searching for.
I don't remember how I got there.
But I recollect the overwhelming warmth of finally feeling complete when my eyes happened upon you.
When I close my eyes I still see your bright brown eyes find mine for the first time.
And in that moment we were one.
In that moment you were mine, and I yours.

Is there such a thing as wholesome in Hollywood?
Is there such a concept as real?
I've heard the press spread your secrets and assume your thoughts
Do you trust anyone enough to share how you truly feel?

Do you travel the streets of the world in amazement
Or only travel because you must
Have you ever held a woman and wanted her soul forevermore
Or do you only chase after lust?

Would you say you're like a bird
Free to fly with the world at your feet
Or would you say you're more like a circus pet
Caged, awaiting your next crowd to greet

Do you ever think about a different life?
Do you wake up and wonder if there's more?
I find it funny how so many wish to be in your shoes
I wonder if they'd still wish it if they lived every day behind your door

You group circumstances together as one whole
While I separate them all out
You see people as black and white (metaphorically)
While I give each the benefit of the doubt

I see grey in a colorful world
While you see what you desire most
Two beautiful individual people, is who we are
Who were raised on opposite coasts

While you've seen the light and the dark
For the most part you've lived good
While I too have seen the light and the dark
For the most part I've lived misunderstood

We collide and we crash
Because our minds work in different ways
And all I really want is for you to fight to be here
Every time I push you away

Can't you see that I just want your hand?
There's not another soul that I'm tied to more...
I often wish you would just hold me in these times
Rather than erupting another war.

One single word
One individual thought
One run-on sentence
One simple sigh
One delicate touch
One dark feeling
One fragile moment
One broken memory
One piece of my soul
One fragment of my being...

I could finally feel whole.

When I think of you I think of poetry
I think of my favorite words
Ever so carefully written
Methodically planned in rhythm
Like lyrics I can't forget
When they seep into my soul
And smear ink all over my mind

Your opinions are like ***** pennies to me
I don't pay them any attention
As I walk down the street

Others may find them valuable
But I'm a germaphobe and a go-getter
I make my own opinions
And leave yours for the debt collectors

"Call me when you feel better"

I'll never feel well enough to call you again.