An inconceivable fiction that
somehow became a tangible reality.
I am at a loss without *you.

The party has begun
and the faces are covered
the mask hiding truth
and eyes showing reality

those unknown circle together
as the music continues
and strangers mingle
under false references

yet there is one without a mask
the truth open for all to see
nothing to hide
and eryone stares

this man who is different
he is not accepted
those who are hidden rebel
and the one who shows the truth is lost

I wonder,
have you forgotten about me yet?
I'm not sure that I'll ever forget you
even though I'm wanting to, so badly
It seems my mind isn't ready to let me.
But I have to keep trying.
And it'll take a while for me to stop crying
but at least I won't be denying,
my longing for you
to still be in my life.
Yeah, we had strife
but somehow we managed and
right now I'm tired of standing
here without you beside me.
Please just pull the knife out of me
set me free from this agony, maybe
give me an anaesthetic to numb all
of this pain.
I'm waiting for Felicia Amnesia to
sink into my brain.

breath is stolen from my lungs
the sounds of your steps
beating on the pavement
walking away from me
but your intoxicating love was just enough
enough to make me hot
but never burn me
without you i am lost
being alone is not what i am accustomed to
now it is my life
without you

They tell me love is blind,
but before  I met you I was resigned.
If love is not able to see,
Then why can I see the happiness you brought to me?

In the darkest depths of my mind,
The sparks of love defeats the dark trimes.
When the lonley bird chirps at me,
All the broken pieces I breed.

Break away, In a breezy haze,
As the bird acknologes my prays.
The bird sees my lonley thoughts,
Swoops to me, lonley memories naught.

One day, When the birds are gone,
And my sanity has all but torn.
You'll be here by my side,
Holding my hand and letting me hide.

Love is delicate,
Like a flower.
My love for you grows and grows,
Like a translucent tower.

I'm drinking good coffee and eating good foods and watching fires burn low and gazing at crisp, clear, sparkly night skies.

And you aren't!

I'm reading books. I'm watching films. I'm listening to new music. I'm learning new things. I'm meeting new people and growing, growing, growing.

And you're not!

I'm creating art works and planning and writing and going new places and exploring new things. I am walking up city side walks and down country roads and hiking up old trails and seeing ruins.

And you are not.

I wish you were here with me; doing these things.

**** you. You aren't.