To go to sleep upset.
No words will be met.
Our silence is clear enough.
Like a duet.
We share this stage.
Full of rage.
And can't admit it.

It was always the "good night"
That makes you leave
Impatient for the sun
To come and for you to see
How it steals your darkness
From those eyes of yours
But you always keep it closed
And walk the road alone

I took the path less travelled by,
and found to my chagrin
that the path I walked was paved in good intentions
and devoid of friend and kin.

Though in walking those trails, I only meant well,
The herd is the entity that most oft prevails;
The lion devours the lone gazelle,
who of the well worn path did not avail.

It's always been easy
To see your spark
That causes the glowing embers
Inside of me
But it was always a temporary thing before,
A lovely thing I would tend to cling to
Even when the world conspired against me.
I am alive tonight,
With wires flickering in my being
And your absence in this bed tonight
Strong.
I was never one to succumb to love
But I will succumb to you,
O wretched destroyer of my walls.
Because of you
I have stepped from my comfort zone
Into uncertainty,
Into obscurity.
How vain it is
That I say we are the cult film
Amid others so dry and lame.
Classic rock music
Teaches girls like me
To stay away from men like you
But today I am proud of my
Stubbornness.

the walls you've built
were made of stubborn bricks
and were very high
but i will take down
one brick at a time
though it would not be easy because you're just as stubborn as the bricks
but i won't give up
because i am stubbornly in love with you

Arguing*
     with me

Is like
        Arguing

With a
      **BRICK
       WALL

My acts of stubbornness had played
through my mind like an endless
reel.

I let myself believe that I could have
moved on without you, but then I
drowned in the shallow crevices of
my mind, haunted by regret.

In every twist and turn, I saw images
of you and her, happily reuniting, as I
was left in the dust.

Only then did I realize that our lives
were never meant to conform to my
thoughts of a happily ever after.


But if only I had risen above my
pride and anger, would you have
loved me then?

If only I had accepted your apology,
where would we be now?

If only I had been a solid enough part
of your life, you would not have
moved on so easily, right?

If only all my efforts had been a good
enough reason for you to fight for
me, would you have withdrawn your
sword on what could have been?


I had questions, but all the answers
had been embedded into the heart
of somebody else's.
**(k.p.)