who is the real you

are you the boy who’s the nice one or

are you the man who conceals his feelings or

the puppet master of all around you

we all seem to have different perspectives of you

all so varied and diverse

so who is the real you

considering that you are a piece of art

a mind full of potential

a distinct presence

though a thing that is so inconsistent

What if I think I’m falling for you?
Would that be okay?
Would you smile at me
and want me too?
Or would you turn away?

Would you leave me here?
All alone?
Feeling quite broken
and alone?

If that is the case,
then I hope I am not!
With that conclusion,
is this worth a shot?

Ah, but what if WE
are meant to be?
Why not take a chance?
This could be a happy ending,
if you’d dare to dance this dance.

I know that this may be a risk,
but take my hand, let’s see.
Maybe the happiest ending yet
begins with “You and Me.”

You’re sitting across from me,
I see you,
but do you see me?

Because through my eyes,
you are an enigma.
It’s hard for me to ignore,
your intellect and charisma.

Into your mind I long to dissolve.
Together, I wish you and I could evolve.
because you are a riddle that I long to solve.

You make me feel things,
that I haven’t in a long while.
And when you’re sitting across from me,
I cannot help but to smile.

I’ve known for some time,
that I’ve had a crush on you.
But with these feelings,
I no longer know what to do.

You’re sitting across from me,
do you know of these feelings I hide?
You intrigue me, that I cannot deny.
Should I take a risk and put down my pride?
I just keep thinking, that maybe it’s not the right time.
Even though, in you I have come to trust and confide.

You’re sitting across from me,
I see you,
but do you see I?

I haven’t seen you cry before,
but I bet those bags have a novel attached to them.
I’ve never heard you complain once about your misfortunes,
they’re more like you’re kinda glad it’s you
because of how ****** up your relationships have become.
I haven’t been a great friend because I’m just a poet.
I’m in my feelings 24/7
and I notice the words and patterns of our typed slurs.
I haven’t been kind because you’ve talked to me in complete silence
understood every tear and sigh.
There are those who cry about being alive
and then there’s you.
Crying because life is slipping into the cracks that you’ve made in your reflection.
I’m sorry that love and misery came in a pair
when you fell into the blue of pastel colors.
You can live in my night time sky,
because what are friends for if not to be seem.

You promised me forever, yeah we were young but like a child I was excited for it. No one ever had my undivided attention, just you. Then one day you get up & decide to leave.. You walked away from it all without a scratch, not that i wanted you to be hurt, but i’m left in scars of false promises, meaningless comments, & old pictures that lost life. But i’m taking your advice, being selfish, & now i’m #1 at practically everything i do. I’m slowly getting through this but i can’t deny there are times i still had you here. But that’s ok, i’m doing ok without you & i hope you are too, fore all i’ve ever wanted was you to be happy.

Lift me out of the place
I'm in now.
Thinking about my mother
always drop me here,
abandon me clear below mania
into field of solid blue.
Maybe I should confess my condition,
request a lithium fix.
The Prozac has lately left me tossing and turning
well into the night.
Then, despite it's antidepressant buzz,
I'm tired from staying awake.

Sleep by day; wound up at night,
brain fighting my body's need for REM refreshment
I suppose I could ask for sleeping pills,
but they'd drop me way down into the blue,
maybe so deep
I could never crawl back up.
Or I could own up,
ask for lith,
but once I start, I can never stop.