Love doesn't rhyme;
the rules imposed,
the frames we chose,
do not apply,
although we try
to tame its flow
we sink below,
we seek
salvation by escape;
we bravely dove
but there's the threat
of drowning

the rhythm
and the melody
it's giving us,
all random...
but do we
lose ourselves
to find them,
or is it them
we lose
to find ourselves,
I cannot help
but wonder...

When half became more,
Than one over nothing else,
Whole yet undefined.

Not all those at the top are the best

Not all those at the bottom are the worst

**Some things are just the other way around

I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears
I try to remember exactly what is it that I fear
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I made?
Or the fact that I can’t bring the past back
What is it that I’m afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people hurting me?
Am I afraid of something I can’t see?
Is it the love of a friend or the loss of a family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear the most?
Is it the hope I have that always seems to die?
...is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear the most is the thing I can’t be?
The things that I’m trying to understand
The me that I’m trying to be with when I'm sad?
The person I'm expected to be?
Is that what I fear?
I think the thing I fear the most is me...

The problem with perfection was that it couldn't be defined
because no matter how many times we would try to rewrite the definition
there was always going to be someone who wanted to change a word or
add in a quality
and eventually that would make perfection destined to be flawed
we all could try out best to tell ourselves otherwise but we would only set ourselves up for disappointment and I knew this for a fact

undefined relationship involving little commitment and very high expectations.
worldwide view of what can not be has been.
incapable of sharing perspectives but always pushed to view a distant companion's.
attitudes from hormones.
anger from the force of creating our everlasting future.
so close.
so very close.
yet, imbalanced.
two humans that engage in everyday contemplations,
one knows more than the other.
uncomfortable walls that were once torn down seem to make their way up again.
ignorance from the second party as to why the problems ever arose
and neither has an answer.
why be afraid of places you have never been before?
and both have an obvious answer.
in-the-moment happiness that was never produced to go any farther,
nevertheless last.
this undefined relationship, where words were left unsaid and thoughts were never spoken, have a mutual agreement of the best time of their lives.
-mxy