How clumsy of me;
to sit straight up with attentive ears
The vulnerably of giving what's missed
Mistaken as misplaced.
I liked this clumsy side of me
Lopsided stumbles, a bit more reckless
This constant fumble
Definitely generous; mistaking kindness as guilt
A sense of being misplaced
How clumsy of you to drop something so precious
When all along did you ever want it
That sudden pain that wraps around your chest; manic
A sudden throb that complicates the slightest of gesture
How clumsy of me to misplace everything where I thought I would find it
Again hoping sufficient in empathy
How clumsy of me

Rendered helpless
Searching for sincere apology
When in reality it was me

 

with unsteady tender

I was her beautiful monster
Sprung to life by the touch of her lips,
A kind face among the unkind
She saw what most consider frightening a calm Hush through the bellows of a lifeless throb.
I grew inspired by the touch of her hand; simple yet full of passion.
Over indulged I leaped to the  Resurrection of her grasp
Tedious without bound,
The broken spirit that I felt rush back into me.
To breathe again at steady pace
To afford every sight that felt my eyes
Lungs over joyed by the air entertained by her joyous smile
I grotesque in the reflection she considered beautiful shone off her eyes.
I doubted the heartbeat I once knew as still
It all seemed but a dream
The excess of believe
Cold skin, the feel of dirt and grime
I grew in debt; not truly knowing the cost
Reality, I was only a thought that roamed her mind
Forever more

We are but two ships
Passing each other by the window pane on separate decks
Searching for the ocean
Following it's current

The river
Unaware of liberation
All that it brings,
Heading in separate directions
The ocean
A total motion of embodiment
were we predominantly a reflection seen from someone else's eyes
sincere in depth
The weight of gravity

Coming to full circle
A skeleton of divine mystery
Putting on a different voice
Another tone all together
The influence of religion
Grounded by an unseen author
Whom draws the ocean
Whom draws the river

The biggest joke confronted by truth
Sooner or later they connect
Sooner or later the current becomes to strong

Now older

Bearded and gray

Staring into the horizon

Hard boiled sun smothered by the loathe of birds

Was this in fact a reliable paradise

Something to tend to

Something to care for

This body of water symbolizing longevity

A level of reflection

Realistically

Is paradise just a place we build in our minds to keep ourselves from reality

On the day I met you
I woke up to find it a dream
I saved all the best parts
Revealing that I still felt empty.
I was truly convinced without a shadow of a doubt
The silence of a single moment
Forever captured
Forever changed
Perhaps a slip of the unconscious tongue
The realization that there is no you
Force feeding habit
The weakness that ends after each hello
Pretending not to see reality for what it really is
For what purpose
The hug of dreams
Resonating what open eyes cannot see
Were you ever afraid
The surprise of disappointment
I fought to keep my eyes closed
Only for them to open

When he left her it never crossed her mind
He'd come back
And it never crossed his that she'd be gone

If I could write our story
It'd be us happy together forever
No leaving no drugs
There would be more laughing
Less fighting

I'm afraid that this wonderful year has come to an end
and that we have to go our separate ways

I know i was the one who left
but i can't do anything but cry

I thought that we would last for ever..
everyone did really

we were perfect
back then at least..

But i matured while you stayed the person you had always been..
and as i changed so did my feelings..

It was tearing me apart to know that it would never be the same
and to hide that knowledge from you..

i still love you
i just want you to be happy

but it's time i put myself before everyone else
and so should you...

You were the Venus flytrap enticing me in,
and once you'd imprisoned me; everybody knew it would begin.
I was only a flower with petals so withered,
I'd die at the hands of you, everybody figured.

Listen to your heart they say.

But what if your heart is stupid?
What if it can't make decissions.

What if your heart is too broken?
What if it just tries to harm itself

What if you do listen to your heart,
But then get told that, it was a stupid thing to do?

What if you listen to your heart..
Even though you know you shouldn't?

You get hurt, but you'll just do it again..
Cause that's what they tell you to.