Somedays.
I want us to be strangers.
Somedays.
I want it all to be brand new.
I wish to see it all for the first time.
I wish I remembered getting to know you.
Again.
And Again.
Sometimes
I’m excited to get to miss you.
Sometimes
To spend a day thinking of your side.
But often when I leave your presence
I don’t wish to keep that dream alive.
you HAVE to go
you HAVE to stay
you HAVE to work
you HAVE to play
you HAVE a time
you HAVE a say
you HAVE a chance
you HAVE a day
you HAVE an opinion
you HAVE a way
Will you let it all go
for today?
I don~t understand love poetry sometimes,.?
Yup… Flowers, Favorite Moments, The Whole Shebang
Gentlemen write things like “Rocking you in my arms brings be great tingles of joy”
And women, I quote, say “Protection and safety are found in your presence”
Yeah… The stereotype is lovely.
Poets and optimists alike eat up the rhythm and emotion.
Yet why?
What do we want?
What do we look for?
Who cares?
I guess anti~lovers would say.
Me maybe?
Yes I believe in love,
Yes I have felt it~s evil pangs
And seen it~s effects.
What of them?
Each generation the same.
Each lover alike in thought
“Can~t live without you”
“Miss you to death and life and back again”
What do we want?
Don~t know.
Don~t need to.
Just know I don~t want it.
Don~t want a lover.
Holding someone tight doesn~t define your life or mine.
But What Does?
Where are your wings my fallen angel?
Where are your eyes my watchman?
Where are you my faithful guardian?
Where is my loyal soldier?
.
Does my army flee once the first man is shot?
Does my soldier forfeit the war after one loss?
Do lovers give up before the climax is reached?
.
Would you so easily abandon me?
Were you ready to find another she?
.
How does a promise regain merit once it is broken?
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,
And nothing you would for me
.
Few things change my affections,
And little things alter yours
.
There is nothing I ask of you,
But everything you expected of me
.
Persistence is my key to dedication,
And touching is the key to yours
.
All I needed was you to exist,
Yet you asked me to exit
.
I will always understand you,
But you never have or will.
I hope you know her.
The types of looks after slumber.
The books she reads in December.
Oh God, I pray you bless her.
My Dear, I hope that you see her.
Through your own eyes and through her mirror.
Every guy should want to meet her.
As a friend, there is no greater.
And I hope you look upon her,
With eyes smitten in wonder .
So help me, if I see you gaze on another.
For with her, your mind never need wander.
She’s the type all should marry if given the chance,
Never swayed this way and that with romance.
Warmth and love can be found holding her hands.
Serene joy found in her presence.
It’s a joy to have caught her
I hope you see what an honor
You hold as her “mister”
(And after this ceremony) her lover.
I wish you both the best,
Now and forever.
I hope the best for you, my sister.
And I welcome you, my new brother.
Strep throat:
Can’t say a word.
Voiceless and dead,
You nurture me.
.
Whining like a baby,
You won’t let me run away.
Losing weight,
Fatten me up.
.
I’m done.
Lets watch a movie.
Don’t ask me to do that.
I can’t today.
.
Like a leach
You suckle me
And yet
I’m dependent on you.
I want to love all that you are,
but you suffocate me with what you want to be.
I care for your inhibitions,
but I’d rather have a messed up man
with a heart of flesh than
something picture perfect
that I can’t touch.
I want the real possibility
not the striving inconsiderate, empty minded machine.
Where are you really? Where’s the process?
Can you feel something outside your objectives?
Is there room for me
or do I come after you have succeeded
in perfecting yourself?
I never want to be a side project.
I want to be a helper, encourager, and friend in the process.
Not lonely and waiting for you to become mine.
The time will never be right.
I want to be someone that travels with you.
Not something that is part of some process.
Don’t feel obligated to get me for the sake of society.
Yes, I know you could have loved me.
But I would not have been happy.
There’s no room for love in your plan for transcendence.
It’s done
She’s gone
Change
Whispers quietly
Give yourself more credit
She screams in her head
It’s no more
You don’t get it
Over and done
She leaves
He cries
What have I done?
Where did that come from?
He missed all the signs
She makes her way and continues to say
You can’t make me stay
Not while I still pray
She’ll walk down some aisle
Out of obligation
In some different, distant story
He will weep bitterly
The regret of losing her
Could have done it different?
Should not have let her be distant
With no feelings in her heart
And a shriveled up old face
She goes back to the dark
And starts the process over
In a new attached lover
He’ll have the same reaction
Wish he’d changed his actions
The heart leaves with the concept
No love will reach her that way
With the marks still on her body
And the tears still overflowing
From her heart onto her arms
Bleeding from old nothing
So he’ll mourn
For her past and future
There’s nothing he can do for her
Cause of what he’s done it’s over
The end
Till it starts all over again
Yea…
It’s been a long time since I finished…
I haven’t been able to get the right…
There’s something I can’t tell y…
I wanted to make some…
Wished you and I could h…
But I realized I just don’t know how to…
I just can’t finish any…
Maybe if you give me some time I’ll…
Don’t you think I could…
Or maybe I should…
Ye…
A long time since I decided to finish
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