its so shocking to me,
how sad this world can be
how people feel the need
to lash out at me
for no fault of my own
for none they've clearly grown
all i feel is pity
for this ignorance you show
did you have a bad day?
something not go your way
i don't see at all
how that's my price to pay.
your gf just left you?
your dreams never came true?
you wont fix your problems
by making me feel blue
what if one day you blow
up on some innocent john doe
and it was the last straw
over the edge they go.
would that make you glad?
to know you've hurt them so bad
but you don't care where your hurt is sent
as long as you get to vent

I've been here before
So much so that all I can do is grin
Grin at the fact that I've yet to learn my lesson
Or maybe I just have bad luck
After repeated offenses I can't be upset
Nor can I cry or **** God
All I can do is grin, sigh and think
Think about what I attract and how I've come to this
Emotionally unavailable yet willing to risk it all for the one?
Are these men a mirror image of me and I of them?

I want you
The one that has no time
The one that is selfish
The one that acts like he doesn't care or doesn't act just really doesn't
The one that just got out of a situation therefore "needs" time

To be bitter and naive? I don't have the energy
These mirrors don't lie
And until I learn my lesson will these mirrors then die

A bright unsteady light,
The fuel without consequence,
Enthusiasm and fondness abound,
Presented as drama,
Affection, love and devotions,
Make apparent burning hillsides,
And conflagration exposed,
Consumed by fire,
All is not lost,
There is power in this,
In passion,
In desire,
Containment isn't always best,
Sometimes adding kindle,
Is required.

Killing time,
Is a term I dislike,
Slaughtering seconds,
For sheer delight,
nothing to ponder,
Or question,
Debate,
Just minutes passing,
It doesn't relate,
Life is too short,
To allow time to pass,
Through fingers uncaring,
Of its limited mass,
If infinity were ours,
Then hours we'd waste,
Sometimes with focus,
And sometimes in haste,
But moments are precious,
Rare like some stones,
Regret for our waste,
Will rest with our bones.