I got hurt,
Because I felt,
Truth comes first,
But you couldn't take it,
When I said it to your face.
I'm sorry, I can't fake it.
Now you're pretending,
Like it's all right,
Man, I know what's going on,
This is a psuedo-fight.

I'm getting hurt,
For I think I'm hurting you,
I feel guilty,
For things I didn't do.
I'm no celebrity,
But I can't lower my standards,
And celebrate mediocrity.

You can't accept what's true,
It's not my problem,
I'm working on myself, it's clear I do.
So, one day when I'm on top,
And still here will be you,
Y'all gonna say,
Man, lotta time flew.

I walk the ground

In a world of soaring angels

Wings so beautiful and bright

While my horns only grow with scorn and sorrow

Envious of the beautiful span of those in the sky

How do I rise from this barren plane

How do I reach the freedom of that blue field

How do I file down these horns and join them in bliss

Why am I chained to this wasteland

Why do I envy these creatures

Why am I not content with what I have

These are questions I ask my self every day

But till I find the answers

I walk the ground

In a world of soaring angels

I just met you
Yet I feel like I know you
Not a type from a box
But someone who got out
Explored the world for yourself
I see myself in you
But I see so much more
You have a depth
But you are still so very much here
Your happiness isn't a given
You have worked to be who you are
I don't  think I would have been ready to meet you
I forgot I had a crush on you
When you leaned in for a kiss
I was distracted by your mind
And our hours of stimulating words
Our visits from others throughout the night
I noticed your sense of hospitality
I feel like I can articulate myself with you
We both have passts
That led us to the people we are

And to each other

Maybe we are too alike

i know i‘m not perfect,
i know i say the wrong things sometimes,
and i know i’m not always good at listening,
but could you tell me
what’s wrong?

i can try to be perfect,
i can continue trying to say the right things,
and i can be a good listener,
just please
what’s wrong?

that pain in your eyes cuts at me,
like the blade on the kitchen counter.
please talk to me.
i’m here for you.
what’s wrong?

i care about you,
i can’t see you in this state and not worry.
please,
talk to me,
i will listen.

we can go through this together,
you and i.
you can finally take off that mask that you wear.
i won’t laugh at your weakness,
and i would never hurt you.
please,
just please tell me...
                                WHAT’S WRONG?

I would have it every other way,
the love has gone, flown off
our marital bed is just another
grave to be robbed.

The last time I tried you shouted
"Look at me, what part of me screams roses."
You have worn me down over the years
So I responded, "I may be an empty shell but I still have feelings."

Bitterness flows hot through my veins,
substituting the burning desire and passion
My heart once beat for you.
Only you.

When did it all change I moan
from the wrong side of the closed door.
"Between the blinks" you quipped.
And then I knew.

I'm not one for Valentine's Day.
Love wrapped up and packaged into superficial nothingness
The meaning, the weight and beauty of love, made less,
stripped away and replaced with balloons and chocolates.
No
If you love someone you tell them
every
day.
Tell them with the way you look at them,
with the way you touch them,
buy her flowers because its Tuesday
dress up for him because you wanna take his breath away
all
over
again
falling in love is a whirlwind of involuntary passion
staying in love is an action
showing love is a responsibility, a choice
don't dull the song of love's voice because it shouldn't be loudest but one day a year
No
interlock your fingers and breathe each other in
not for a holiday, do it for the grin, that blooms on her face more lovely than any roses in a vase OH dear
No.
Love is not just once a year.