At the end of the day, we are all made the same. The same opaque bones than turn translucent, the same neuron structures and the same moonlight, pale and rough. I might speak to you again but definitely not now. It’s not the right time to debate our odds. When the darts have been blown into a tornado and our minds have become numb to another dimension. I search out again for a different comfort, than the one I thought I needed the most. My fingers stay the same even after years, of climbing and falling down a couple million times. Work a job or two to make ends meet, so we could meet again on a candlelight evening. Dusk and dawns pierced with thorns, of a forgotten rose kept alone.
The Poet and her Lover
Would you want to have something deep
With someone so shallow
I lack the basic traits you need
Yet I move along with you
I cannot bare to look past this moment
When I wouldn’t call you my own
We are strangers even while waking together
Just another messed up night
I hoped this would end differently
Far better than I intended
But the ropes came untied before I could
Retie the knot once again
There is darkness beyond the moments
I can stay by your side without doubt
But my veins boil with aching regrets
That continue to chase me on
I cannot lose my pride for a temporary game
But you are an exception
One I cannot look at fair
You pushed into this lake
Silent and dull
But I only heard the silent screams
Telling me to give you up
Idk
There’s a million version of the emotions I feel
On a daily count I count till three
Till there is no longer a craving for a better life
Till am satisfied with what I have
I get overwhelmed faster than hurricanes could pass
Swift like winds falling from mass
There should be a point to my pointless doubts
That consumes my happiness nearing its wall
Should I smile more to the mimes I meet
Mechanical conversations that’s what I need
I get burdened with feelings that aren’t mine
They push me away faster than what I find
