Don’t believe the words they say.
They will hurt you anyway.
They will promise and adore.
Then they’ll throw you on the floor.
Don’t believe the words they say.
They will break you anyway.

And when I thought love couldn’t get any more deceiving you came along.
You painted a beautiful picture and even wrote me a song.

I didn’t realize your best talent was acting.
How foolish was I?
How did I not realize?
All these well thought out Lies? I wasted so many beautiful feelings on you. You broke the last piece of hope I had.
I guess that’s you doing you.

The mind is tired the mind is weak.
So complex, all unique.
The mind is lonely.
The mind is full.
It has no boundaries.
There’s no set rule.

The mind is tired, but it is strong.
Even after all goes wrong.

Finding a lover is effortless
for some people.
They only want a few things:
Someone attractive, kind,
funny or rich.

But
I desire
something so much deeper.

I want

an intelligent mind
that wakes up thoughts in me
I didn't realize were hibernating.

I want

to converse, analyze and debate
without being conscious of
the sun rising and falling
between our words.

I want

to make a witty remark
at a coffee shop
so he can reply sarcastically
just for me to jab back immediately
and for him to comeback back playfully
until we're both laughing
stomachs shaking
spit flying
the whole store staring
and we leave
without coffee

I want

our hands to stitch together
perfectly
like two lost puzzle pieces;
one found under a couch cushion
one found inside a junk drawer.
The rest of the puzzle has
already been thrown away
but
these two pieces remain
and they fit.

I want

to fall in love together
then together fall in love with
art, museums, songs, poems
T.V shows, radio jingles,
greek food, backroads,
our mutual hatred for pop culture,
doing the dishes (as long as he washes and I dry)
wrong turns, piled up laundry, life.
Just fall in love with life.

I want

to hurt with him

I want

to save the world with him

I want

to meet, see, understand
and experience all that is foreign
with him.

I think it will only take us meeting
and it'll only be history and happiness from then on.

It's just a matter of if a love like that could ever be
and if a love like that could ever be for me.

I give so much of me that sometimes I am left with nothing. Like a tree that grows precious fruits but is not watered I may wither away.