Round and a round up and again
The pouding of fists and the breaking of lead
The moments of treatment the happiness fades
The beating of darkness the bleeding of trades

And my heart will not follow
To the depth and despair
Of the rounds of their tournament
This visage unaware
Of my feelings and tearful sighs from above
I'm a distant stranded character in a land called unloved

I don't string my ties in a knot or a bow my heart is all wound up and will never show
I can't think for anyone
I don't know the path
I find you a journey, but I can't make it last

I'm sad then I'm angry I'm one of the two
Pounding the walls turning them blue
The red in their color the pink in their shades
The granted walls
The absolute shame in my heart from above
It doesn't want love
My eyes scan in them
I don't see the one
Yet I march on

Grab me by my wrist and so tightly; I want you to pull me back into your life don't shut me out again please don't make me beg for your attention I just want to be held in your deepest comprehension.
All I know is I love you too much to not act out when you say you're going away I cannot bare to watch your shoulders as you turn around and walk the other way- the way that's away from me. An opposite direction that is in more than one way heart breaking do I really not mean anything at all to you? Is it so easy to turn around as the tears fill up my eyes and start to slip from my eyelids, is it really that easy- for you to say goodbye..

*If you were to ever really scatter I would probably shatter, please don't say goodbye.. anytime soon.

I can't believe how idiotic I was.

Loving you was harder than David's stone, knocking me dead mentally, and I didn't realize it until blood dripped along my temple.

Two opposites I thought would go great together only rebelled  when close.

Let both stay far apart, for neither were meant to be close, rather "symbolically paired".

(j.a.r.)

The thrill of your lies
Keeps me up all night
You think I'm stupid
But apparently
It's you
For your lies don't bother me
Now that I've come to get you

I fell for you
But you stood your ground

I chased after you
But you hid your feelings from me

I opened myself to you
But you shut me out

But the main difference
between you and I?

I'm still here for you
But you're already gone

I am a flower, while you are a garden.
I am a cloud, while you are the sky.
I hold you closer as you run away,
As I am hello, and you are goodbye.

nights are wonderful
softening all shapes
taking off daylight’s sharp glare
we walk into
   a fuzzy unknown
   full of possible suprises

nights are terrible
turning familiar shapes
into threatening demons

nights are sensuous
in beloved arms
never to end
cozy and warm
times to remember

nights are strange
we spend them
doing things
for which the day
has left
no space

reading
   a trivial book
establishing the illusion
   of control
   over our daily lives

   nights are
   the dream world
   where we act out
   what we not dare to live

   nights
   are the backstage
   of our souls

where we rehearse
the visions of our life

the cast changes
the plot
   or what we take for it
remains the same

   we muddle on
   in darkness

taking for granted that
daylight
will come again
and show us
that the dark is
just
the flip side of the coin

forever waiting
until
one bright sunny day
you embrace it and say
“Come with me!”

If I was wrong.
Why did I think I was right for so long?
An argument is all it took.
I felt free and single.
Am I not allowed to look?
You said it was all over.....

Or did you mean over until you decide it's on again?

Now I've given you a real reason to think its over.

You made your decision!

It's ON again!!

Tell me.

Who is wrong?

You or me?

This is crazy!

I am here; I am absent.
I am near; I am past tense.
I am silence; I am communication.
I am timeless; I am preservation.
I am the words in this conversation.
I am simple; I am complexity.
I am a ripple; my waves crash heavily.
I am wise; I know nothing.
I am goodbyes; I am coming.
I am love; I am afraid.
I am stuck; I mapped the maze.
I am fearless; I am the reason you feel this.
I am sensitive; I am strong.
I am relative to the lyrics in your songs.
I am.
You are.
We should be, everything that could be.
Signed sincerely,
An imperfect human.

- L.G