My insatiable taste for affection makes it hard to find perfection in a single person.
You could blatantly express the fact that you'd give me your last just for a moment to see me smile,
but I'd probably consider that too vulnerable for a first date.
I enjoy to watch a relationship progress,
but I usually take flight if the speed isn't exactly my pace.
I complain constantly of my lonesome,
but my heart isn't available.
That's the biggest mistake.
I get physical loneliness misconstrued with emotional loneliness.
I laugh and shrug off the idea that so many want a place in my heart,
but I never really come to terms with the fact that I hold a part of people's hearts that I never pay a second thought to most days.
And I make all these excuses as to why I'm physically single,
but my heart rests with you, waiting.
Denial may hide it, but I know no other chapter may begin
-- no matter what perks and propositions are promised --
without ending the current I have with you, whatever is left of it at least.
  You caught me off guard and promised me nothing,
but have been everything at just my pace.
More than a love interest, my confidant, my friend. my insatiable love.

I guess I never realized how strong of a soldier I had been until the war was over.
It wasn't until I ran out of ammunition that I looked back on what I conquered.
You were my biggest fight and I fought off the enemy that stood in my way.
But there was always that one barrier I could never surpass.
Each day I tried a different route and strategy, but I always came up short.
I was the last soldier that believed in our cause.
As I stood there on the front line defenseless with lack of ammunition and ambition, it occurred to me I was fighting alone the whole time.
No one believed in our cause more than I did, only I knew what I was fighting for.
Treason was never an option because loyalty to us was everything.
I watched you fall to your knees with your hands raised high giving in.
I was the soldier standing for you, and as I rushed to pull you from your knees,
It hit me.
You didn't ask me to fight, nor did you ask for me to save you.
I started this war, and it ended while the bullets pierced through my heart as you walked away.
I died just as I fought, alone.

You hide your flaws
Under auto correct and editing apps
You hide them under dark lighting
And layers of makeup

You hide your flaws
Behind and smile and a laugh
Behind a broken heart
Behind the wall that you built up so high

You hide your flaws
Under scars and bruises
Deep down inside of you
Where it cuts you to the core
Where it matters

Your flaws exist
They're there
And they're more beautiful
Out in the open
Than covered up

.

All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies

"You came," her voice floated in the white
"Of course I came," I knew she was behind me
But I couldn't turn, only feel her hair touching my back
"It's a good sign." Her voice was a million echoing silver bells
"I guess I've started to realize..."
Her fingertips brushed my palm, light as wind.
"I have realized that it wasn't my fault"
"I told you it was a good sign"
In the corner of my eye, I saw strands of her hair, fluttering
"I miss you." I wanted see her, see her smile, white teeth and dimple
"I miss you too," her silver bell voice rung out sadly
"I can never forgive myself," my voice shook, my eyes burned
"Don't say that, it's not true"
Flowers underneath us were red, yellow and sky blue
"I should have been there, I should have always been with you"
My every atom ached for her, to turn and see her
I could remember the smell of waking up beside her
Starting my day with a wonder by my side
"Forgive yourself please, for me"
A flower was slipped into my hand, it was yellow
I turned and I saw her, she wore the garb of an angel
She smiled before she disappeared
Leaving me crying in the red, yellow and sky blue.