Disorder

I am                          the pain
            I've lived    
                       my life             running
      from,
               pain so blinding,
                                   I wasn't able
        to see it

It's not that I forgot how to write
It's that I forgot all my pain.

Mine.

For a long time
I thought
That I would never be ready
To move ahead
Again

For most that came along,
Red lights and never

For a few others I met
Yellow lights and sirens

For you,
It wasn't just green,
But go too

And here I am.

Yours.

You make me happy,

you make me better,

you make me feel all the things,

especially the good tingly ones,

you make me.

There's something very surreal about
Watching the stars with you
It's not the beautiful stars
Whose numbers don't compare
To the number of goosebumps
On both our skins
Nor is it the bird cries ringing in the soundtrack of nightfall which is only
Drowned out by the sound of our hearts
Beating as one
It's surely not the soft breeze of the night
Cos all I feel on me is you.

I'm always drawn to the ruins
Opting for the unlikely
For love where there's none
Life, where death hunts
Beauty in ashes
And for calm in the storm

But, Like attracts like
They say...

Sometimes I wish
Hearts had warning labels on them
That showed on faces

Like mine for example
"Soft and fragile
Handle with care"

And yours for example
"Hard and brittle
Don't come any closer"

Othertimes I wish
There was a hard reset
And I could choose
whatever setting I wanted
At different times