tell the incessant worms: stop.
tell them to cease draining their oceans from these eyes,
these eyes of dying forests in the dawn.
take their hope of seeing me on my knees.
the green is just behind your eyes.

my eyes scan the curvature of the earth behind me,
my throat rumbles,
my lips form words in just whispers:
won't you tell me where you're hiding,
Past?

ask yourself:
who am i now?
you've become like the rest of them,
you've become what you've spoken against,
you've become what hurts me the most.
you're just wasting my time
by playing these games,
or whatever they are.
you tried to turn the tables,
but ended up just turning them over.
you stopped,
and i kept going.
what can i do with you?
I guess the only thing i can do is
nothing.
the same old thing we've been doing to each other
since that day you fell for me,
the same day i put up those walls and said,
no sir.

we are deep
deep into this world
we are little spirits
running around
causing mischief
the elders will get mad
we are trying new things
anything
everything
we are not going forward in time
we aren't going anywhere
these spirits
are stuck in this little dream world
we are dreamers
this is the 4th dimension
we are happy
the 4th mind is the dimension
we are happy
we are how it began
we'll always feel this way
because nothing can change in this expanse
never ending the possibilities
the turquoise tiles with various shapes cut out of them
will be arranged in never ending rows
each one with infinite stories
but ours stand out
like a sore memory
the ever flashing light
that never stops flashing
like our love
it does not cease
they assemble
they are the sun
but ours are at the middle
they power our happiness
for they are memories
the grass is neon pink
the sky is green
there we are
on the top of that water slide of emotions
we conquered those emotions
pressed
tightly
the spirits protect one another from the wind
that i love so
for it reminds me of this
we need to find these spirits
and become them
only them
they will always be there
waiting...

Already,
a chapter
in a dusty, untouched book,
distant behind an alluring silk ribbon bookmark,
with transitioning colors.
In the mind’s eye,
you’re the arduous stone
upon this never ending,
ever changing path to the Sublime,
that I stumbled over
and scrutinized for a brief,
abruptly ending moment.
Looking back down these Tracks,
which incessantly shift forward
beneath my feet,
a mean looking fog,
catches the eye,
about right where you were
last seen standing.
some might question
from where about did this fog arrive?
Was it from the patterns of sounds,
that magically made me think of you?
Was it from the air,
which pierced through the very flesh
of the hand scraping these feelings onto paper?
No, that is not where it’s from.
That is not where it is from, at all.
My very own being tells me that
it’s from the constant shaking and tensing of my nerves,
the sweat upon my brow,
that I felt every time our hearts
were forced nearer and nearer to
each other.
This fear secretly held a gun to my head
and told me
“take a Right at the fork in the road”.
Turns out,
fear convinced you
take a Left.
The end.

Not everyone travels at the speed of light,
Some travel simply at the speed of sound.
I've lost the will to risk this happening again.
I don't care what you're thinking,
If you don't care what i'm thinking.
I don't care what you think this is,
Because I think this is over.
There are so many people out there,
That would be lucky to have me.
That's what he said.
And I trust him a hell of a lot more than I trust you.
I turn,
It's all a blur.
You're a blur.

Gone roundtrip to the end of the sky.
I must return to myself...
Failure in faith of the fact
that our two worlds will combine in this way come four weeks.
However,
If you choose to remain in this heaven with me,
I'll be over joyed.
I like you.
However,
A world without these moods changing like my crazy world,
Would indeed be a relief.
The sneaking sneaking in the barely substantial shadows,
The uncertainty.
I am meant to be in solitude.
I don't know if you're done with me or not,
That's the median in the road.
We've reached our limits I fear.
But I still think I can love you.
The fear of boredom is constantly in combat with that thought.
I truly tried just to make you happy.
That's all I want.
Part of me yearns to admit you're infatuated with me.
I'd say you're perfect for me,
but that phrase is overused.
People say that about someone who is leaving them.
If they're leaving,
how are they perfect for you?
I'd say it's me, not you,
But I don't even know.
I'd say I'll see you in four weeks,
but who knows.
You'll probably find someone else.
I'm going back to the way it's supposed to be.
Come with me, I implore of you.
I'd say please don't leave me.
But I know nothing can prevent that.
I won't shed a tear,
I'm a ******* robot.
I'll be over and beyond you.
I'll push out those thoughts.
Pull out the shrapnel of our feelings for each other.
But it will be a shame.
Because you sure are the ****** closest thing to perfect for me.
I will definitely miss you.
Don't get me wrong,
I never fell for you.
No, sir, I didn't.
I was always hesitant about you.
Past experiences provided the rope
that kept me out of that endless pit
Of insanity
Well,
I guess this is it.
Return the deeds to myself.
We had our fun.
I'll take these memories to the grave.
If your intentions are not what I thought,
I'll always be here.
I hope you understand...

Yes, I think we're losing it.
Theres nothing I can do…
And it's not that you found someone else,
Obviously we're just losing it.
I'll continue to try,
and I want it.
But I can accept it perfectly fine.
I really don't want you to hurt…
and I think i'm doing just that.
I remember that time,
when he said we were done.
I blocked my sorrow out.
And i'm already over it.
Finally found the secret to getting over these kind of things…
This is too much stress for me.
But I've been making the sacrifice.
I know it's not me.
I want it more than you can understand.
And I love you more than you'll ever know.
But letting this go might be necessary…
And I know I'll regret saying this.
I know myself so well…
And I know you.
Because you're just like me.
How does that song go?
The one about Patience?
I'm going to be patient.
Remember how we kissed?
I think you genuinely care about me
but it just seems to be collapsing.
My plan,
my own person in your eyes,
I'm running out of things to say.
But you are the closest thing to love that i've ever found…
Everything happens for a reason.
Please stay with me.
However,
I won't push it.