I'm sorry
If it seems like I don't care anymore.
I've stopped asking,
"How do you do?"
I've stopped telling you,
"You can be happy, why feel blue?"
Because I've learnt my lesson
It's best to be silenced.

I'll just stay here
Silently
Reading books
About the mind and the soul.

Though I've stopped
I want you to know
Deep
In there
I care a lot
I still do.
So much about
You
And you
And all of you.

Tomorrow is a promise land
I hope it'll be much better than today.
Today,
I shall do nothing at all.
Tomorrow,
I shall be productive.
But that's a lie.
A big fat one.
Because
After tomorrow
Comes another tomorrow.
But how many "tomorrows" am I left with?
Until the sand timer pours the last bits of sand
Drip
And then they'll be no more tomorrows,
And wait,
I still did nothing today.

I've picked a fight with the wrong emotion,
I've fallen flat on my face,
And yet I'm still so full of devotion,
To kicking it's *** into place.
Put yourself back in line,
You're just embarrassing yourself,
I really don't have the time,
To take your stuff from the shelf.
Biting at my ankles for attention,
Clawing at my arms for some love,
Wrapped your hands around my neck from the tension,
But I'll beat you if push comes to shove.

You know how you try to hold water in your hands
but the water always slips away?
And then you try and try and try
to make sure the water doesn't slip away.

It's never ending,
no matter how many times it slips away,
the next time we try,
we would do it again and again to make sure it doesn't.

Maybe it's the same for love.
Well,
similar
not same.

When you try to hold love in your hands,
no matter how big your hands are
or how tightly your fingers are put together
love will still slip
through those small little gaps
you will never be able to cover.

But as love slips,
unlike water,
it leaves a
wound
scratch
abrasion.
And even if time heals them
the next time we try to hold love in again
it will still slip away
leaving us with
hurt
agony
pain.

That's how love works,
merciless with side effects like
rejection
conflicts
misunderstandings
over thinking
over caring
leaving you with indescribable pain.

But at the end of the day
the love left in your palms
is the love we deserve
for trying so hard

The chains you wear around your heart are fastened tight,
You forbid the essence of love and compassion to enter,
You fear the inevitable and bitter sting of heartbreak,
But there is only so much you can hide before those chains will break.

The sudden rush of desire encases you,
Ensnaring the senses you have so cunningly controlled,
Can you feel it?
The stirring in your chest,
The flutter of butterflies in the cage beneath your skin,
The muscles in your stomach tensing as you control the peculiar feeling
Of something that you have alienated yourself from,
A foreign body that seems farther than the edges of the universe.

The chains around your heart have loosened,
And now you have embodied the embrace of love.