Im happiest with you.
The passion for change,
Good natured eyes melt
Resistance to intimate longings.
Of course, these words aren't spoken.
Written so that I'm free.
To explain I'm broken,
Fighting this world in a mask,
That is not my own.
You accept without knowing,
But I run away with my pieces,
Trying to put myself together,
Isolated, in my habitat of
Pushing you away, mixed signals
Hurting you like always.
Read these words, know I'm sorry.
I am an arrogant fool,
Pride prevents this fantasy
From seeping into reality.
I cannot get around you.
Carve me into something beautiful.
Take these shattered remnants
Of my anatomy and make it
Art.
It's easier to write how you feel than to speak it sometimes.
