I used to sit by the window and stare for hours,
Look at the illuminated moon and how it resembled your face,
Watch the stars sparkle and try to connect the dots,
Searching for answers lost in thought.

Do you love me?

Can you feel the intensity of every breath I take?
Can you feel the pain, when my heart aches?
How do you feel, when our bodies merge?
When I submerge and we converge?

I get a rush when I hold your hand,
A powerful feeling that most wouldn’t understand,
There was a time.

What would you do to see me smile?
To see me laugh like a newborn child?
Would you feel my flesh and wipe my tears?
Would you hold me close and embrace my fears?

Trust.

I long for this love that we once had,
I wish I could still see that brightly lit path,
But we now walk this troubled trail,
As we lose ourselves in this twisted tale.

The hues of fall may lift our souls,
But the leaves still fall,
The tress will soon unclothe.

In essence I live alive in your presence
but in life I fail to presume the evidence of your lack of affection
with themes of aggression and a fairy tale turned into fact rather than staying fiction
with time passing in an instant this mere digression has taken it's own toll to an end


so lets stay friends and please make amends on our past and present
our present with a gift of a new series of events
events turned into reoccurrences, turned into habits, turned into needs
needs that feed from our soul and embed themselves to becoming a new whole

but this cynical cycle never fails to stifle
a back and forth resonance of air that only prevails with a broken heart and a face


a tear drop falling with a steady pace, a warm hand and a voice,
"I made a mistake"

events

reoccurrences

habits

needs