Im happiest with you. The passion for change, Good natured eyes melt Resistance to intimate longings.
Of course, these words aren't spoken. Written so that I'm free. To explain I'm broken, Fighting this world in a mask, That is not my own. You accept without knowing, But I run away with my pieces, Trying to put myself together, Isolated, in my habitat of Pushing you away, mixed signals Hurting you like always.
Read these words, know I'm sorry. I am an arrogant fool, Pride prevents this fantasy From seeping into reality. I cannot get around you. Carve me into something beautiful. Take these shattered remnants Of my anatomy and make it Art.
It's easier to write how you feel than to speak it sometimes.