I am one voice I am alone
But I hear a ringing in the
Distance,  It could be imagined
I could be only one in this land
Of perpetual darkness.

Could there be anyone else but
Me, I hear echoes as if something
Far but near, I am in the vastness
Of a blinding white, There has
To be more to this than me.

"I run in blackness never a direction seen"
"I run though blinded by what isn't seen"

I reach this edge as if a finite space,
Mirrored, contorted images,
An aura of what that which is
Opposite to me.

Running until I hit upon a enclosed space,
I see a detachment of what is viewed.
I'd look upon, as my features blinded
By this reflection of confusion, bathed
In purest puzzlement.*

I touch the boundary
I touch upon  the confines

"Yours"*
"Ours"

Palms  grasp upon each, a moment of clarity
As what was single parts unite as a merged
Thought of right or wrong, a conscience,
Of two parts that on meeting became the
Same but singularly separated. Voices that
Speak in sync, but always different
together and apart as *one.

its different the 2nd time around
after you have been heartbroken
and you finally recover
then he comes back
and this time he is the one that is hurting
when you finally put yourself back together
he comes back asking for more
this time he is different
but you lost your love you had for him the first time..if you even loved him
if anything you should love him this time around because he's finally doing what you wanted... kinda
he is better than he was
but there is still something missing
why do you continue this?
because its the easier route
easier to be loved than to love
thats how its always been
and the fact that the one who broke your heart somewhat wants you again
well why not only have only one foot in?
you dont know if you actually still like him or not, or if you ever truly did
but now, you hit the realization that he's not what you want and wont ever be
all you are is a helping hand for him
it's a strange relationship
considering you change your mind so much
and you cant tell between reality and dreams
you dream of the perfect relationship
and the day the one comes to you
because wont it feel different than it does now?
was it just an infatuation with him the first time?
or the fact that he was new?
you never did stay occupied for that long before moving on
you always push aside the nice ones because you feel you'll never love them
you grow bored of them to easily
yet it is the easier choice
will it be different when the one comes along?
maybe this is just you making yourself feel this way
maybe your feelings are true
but how would you know?
You are looking for something you just don't know what exactly
sometimes you find it in him, sometimes you find it in others
or are you just so low that you can't stay involved in one relationship without thinking of others?
maybe its not them, its you.
you find it difficult yet at the same time easy
you are polar opposites and maybe that's why you look at more than one person
you just dont want to regret anything
or make mistakes
because failure is your biggest fear
and you are a perfectionist
which adds to everything else
so what now

Whitest of white against the darkest of black
Tossed around in the biggest of waves; I'm but a tiny speck

Prominent like the moon out on a sunlit sky
Attempting to live again after every night I die

Time slips by... The days have come and then gone
Drawing the curtains of dusk; to unveil the arrival of dawn

To everything else we should be indifferent because for each other we truly care
At opposites we stand for I am here while you are there...

but she brought the rain
and clouds and storm
and thunder.

and all he brought was
the sun, and it outshined
her completely.

after all, everyone liked
the sun and
no one liked the rain.

Lips like origami,
eyes like ice.
Hands like soap,
heart like darkness.
It’s dark versus light,
temptation versus innocence.  
I shouldn’t—I know—
but I can’t shake you off.
It’s fights at a wedding,
death on a birthday;
swearing in church,
hurting someone you love;
a book without an end,
your favourite song sung out of tune;
leaving without goodbyes,
spilling someone’s dark secrets;
sleepless nights,
a child without a home;
drinking until you puke,
lying to someone you love;
it’s wrong in every sense
of the word.
But once again,
it’s hands against
heart,
and we all know who will win.
We’re the epitome of dangerous,
crossing on territory that should not be touched.
But I can’t stop.

I ran away from you, because you were hurting me. I don't know if you meant to, or if you even knew that you were.

But I was flower gardens and lemonade and you were cigarettes and police cars. You brought out darkness from the depth of my soul.

I was so fragile and gentle, and you knocked me around and bruised my heart. You laughed at my tears

So I needed to leave, and I know there were times when you planted seeds in my garden and encouraged me to grow into tall flowers. But those seeds transformed into weeds and they killed me and I'm sorry

(G.L) // I was always saying sorry