I reject the likeness of you _
To resolve this, I lied and become the finest of you

I reject the sameness as you _
To avoid this, dishonesty pleasures—
I believe the untruth

I reject the appearance of you _
Through the looking glass I continuously hate the one who stares back at me

I reject your charm _
Where most who encounter me seems to be magnetize to my own charisma

I reject the way you think
And here I am discerning how not to be you

I reject your cheating heart
I saw mom suffer from this and yet I cheated

I reject your rejection
Where I thought I forgive but I still despised your presence in my head...

All great stories have a beginning , a middle & a end,
But not necessarily in that order.

I wonder what metaphor you should be,
Like I wonder if our story is just at the beginning  or just at the ending.
Or if there is a fairy tale ending.
THE END .
What is on the last page of a book was on
The first chapter of ours titled rejection.

I wonder why I had to laugh to the sound of no
Just to make this easier for you
I wonder is this the false face of a lover,
Simply to care.
I wonder am I allowed to use the  word love
When our story together never really began.

I wonder if there is an alternative to the two paths I can take,
Like I wonder do you realise my meaning behind how 'I want  to watch you grow',
If the two lesser roles you had offered to me is mine to pick  to be stranger or friends
For the lesser plot of our Middle,
Let me explain,
I wanted to be somone special in this story
If you allow me to.

But instead I'm probably going to be
Like a social therapist,
Like a guardian angel,
Like a hero who does not  wear capes.

But instead I'm probably going to be
Always listening and never fixing,
Always blessing  but never protecting,
Always  changing and never rescuing.

I wonder why you  can be so certain,
I wonder  was it easy for you to edit away at this life's story

I wonder if you Know why you re called  a baby chick?
You're like a baby chick who has yet to grow out feathers
Like a chick that does not give out hope,
Cause hope is a thing of feathers.

I wonder if this relationship is at the ending or  at the beginning?
P.S. you ****

By Arcassin Burnham

Look at those eyes in the beautiful mirror,
i was always the outcast so I find it hard to believe that i'm beautiful...
But i'm not minding you,
it was often that I've seen you walking down the hall,
and I've been wanted to approach you baby,
But i'm not minding you,

She could make my heart
skip beats more than twenty-three times,

it was more than just her looks,
she a good girl, i see it in her eyes,

and when we don't talk,
there's a feeling that i just can't deny,

and all this built up animosity to knowing her,
and her leaving me to dry,
Well go and mind your business girl, cause i'm not minding you,

for the pain that i went through and the help that i thought you'd give
but you didn't
so **** tired of all these feelings that i had towards you in love,
it just wasn't given..
aside from me having my bad days i at least thought we were friends
in the beginning..
i had my doubts that you weren't going to be loyal at all,
i should have seen it coming,

As I Write these lines,

i just wanted to spend some time, with you...

But i'm not minding you.


/

If you're reading this.
please help me fight the demons deep in my dreams,
People get through this all the time,
so this shouldn't ever really be new to me,
slowly clarifying the next victim due to harsh symptoms in a dark
room where you can't even move,
might have committed sins that you'd didn't know that you'd ever do,
is there bad juju in every direction?
afraid to step outside without getting arrested,
i'm not crossing any lines anytime soon as a part of way to be
free with no session,
learning lessons in some full disclosure like a real man that gets
the job done,
done a lot of things in my life i wasn't proud of walking in a loop
of a beautiful garden but its endless hell with a single phone booth not knowing
**** well a demon just answered,
he says come back and take me some pictures,
i said hell no,
you will let go of my soul,
its the Christ's hands i wanna hold,
shine like the nova i am , well behold..

Hey, you over there!
Do you want to hold my hand?
Oh. Never mind then.

I'd give anything
If I could have her.
I'd give anything,
If she could be my world.
I'd give anything to be her man,
I'd give everything.

But she will never see me as more than I am,
A friend,
A brother,
A protector.

I will always try running from my feelings,
Taking girl after girl,
Always trying to make her jealous.

But it never works, and I end up with a broken heart.
And she has guy after guy, making me jealous every time.

I can't have her because we're too much like family,
Always close, but never close enough.
How cursed did I have to be to almost be her cousin?
If it were not for a summer love so long ago,
She would not even know me.

I wish I would never have even known her.
Like a whirlwind she came and did a number on my head,
Like a siren she calls but I can never run to her,
I can never indulge myself in her touch.
She teases without even knowing she's doing it.

I'd give anything to have never known her,
Because love never had is preferable over love always chased after.
I can never have her but she has me.

How depressing it is that I must tell you this,
If not you, then not anyone.
Besides, I would much rather profess my love to strangers than to the girl who unknowingly has my heart.
Even if she does know,
She must not think anything of it.

Because I am only her friend,
Her brother,
Her protector.
She will never see me as more than I am.

my mind
craves
what my
heart
is afraid
to let
in

*—love