One day, my love the second hand will tick forward and we won’t be locked in moments we can’t reach
One day, my love beneath the stars we will find more than dreams One day, my love even if we wait into eternity One day
One day, my love the second hand will tick forward and we won’t be locked in moments we can’t reach
One day, my love beneath the stars we will find more than dreams One day, my love even if we wait into eternity One day
In five minutes you
permeated my soul
and in five minutes you
walked away leaving
me longing for sleep
to find you
for five minutes
We, the unloved
stand in solidarity
never touched by a hand
in true love
kissed only for ego
and screwed to feed
someone else’s soul.
We, the unloved
raise a hand in recognition
of broken hearts
and unwarranted fantasy that
plays out in dreams
of a non existent better life.
We, the unloved
know the game is played
but fall for her plot,
always the pawn
in someone else’s story.
We, the unloved
get lost in dreams
and pray for sleep
as we disappear
once again in to false comfort.
We, the unloved
wait desperately
to be
anything
but
“un”
Surrender to quiet moments and silvery blues that dance through shadows Surrender to breaths that rush and calm between moments in time Surrender to memories that wrap around and take hold once again Surrender to resurgence and reminders and to the beauty your heart brings
..
When you let go
The scars and wounds bled
Every silent insecurity confirmed
All that was left were pieces of me
Scattered in the snow
~The tears that fall are not for you~ They're shades of embarrassment And the weight of sadness That is cracking my heart They are the taste of cheap wine That echos in my veins And sours in my stomach ~but they're not for you~ They're stolen kisses from secret stashes Devoured and denied By moments in time They're manipulated puppet's strings Yanked and pulled When it suits, and only then ~but they're not for you~ They're mine alone.
Oh, I am a fool in matters of the heart Too blind to see, but should know better My heart's on a sleeve that is torn and shredded far too quick to open my soul Too naive to accept the obvious letter The lump in my throat is always regretted Not once but twice I fell for the charm Enjoying the chase, the moments together But all of the games, the other player the setter Oh, I am a fool when it comes to the heart But this time, oh this time Don't break me apart
There is no good
that can come from
loving you.
You are too young
and I am too buried
in complication.
There is no good
that can come from
wanting you.
You are too much
and I am too afraid
of possibility.
There is no good
that can come from
dreaming here.
You are too surrounded
and I am shrouded
in insecurities.
But if there were good
in embracing the
pure insanity
it could only come
from loving you.
I wondered if memory would be flawed and my mind would twist as time danced on. But the steps are the same and the rhythm familiar and the tango moves in the comfortable sway. I wondered if my heart would beat with the irregular patterns of anxious desire. Then the pounding reminder of surprising connection echos it’s voice with a powerful boom. I wondered if time would dispel the catching of breath and youthful passion. But the moment of contact goes right to the soul and electrifies the need to feel. I wondered if my heart would weep again when with goodbye and parted ways. Then lingered moments and delayed farewells cling to the passing perfection of space. I wondered if I would wonder what would happen in the game of “what ifs”. And then I wondered what would be left to be in the moment where I wondered no more.
I can’t breathe
next to you
I can’t…
breathe.
I am alive
next to you
I remember
my dreams
But I can’t breathe
next to you
I can’t…
be.
I am aware
next to you
that I
crave it
Though I can’t breathe
next to you
I can’t…
wait.
To feel safe
next to you
I could stay
forever
But I can’t breathe
next to you
I can’t…
want.
to be close
next to you
I’m not
allowed
To not breathe
next to you
I can’t…