love

A Peter Pan Kind Of Love

 

I try not to make a big deal,

not to hold you too tight when we hug.

Cannot say what it means

just knowing your being,

have to try not to make such a fuss.

 

I pretend that I’m perfectly stable,

like a four legged stainless steel table,

like I’ve done all my growing

and learned all my knowing,

have to prove that I’m perfectly able.

 

I have to make you think it’s me.

Slight rejection shows strength in a being.

So I sell you aloof like a gold-plated tooth,

just the shell of a tasteless deceiving.

 

But you must know the truth or I’ll die.

Just this once I will break from the lie:

I need you too greatly,

dependent innately,

I cherish you so much I cry.

 

So you see that I can’t make a fuss,

live in fear that I need your sweet hugs.

But I know that I do,

after all it is you,

and I’m sure that I love you too much.

 

 

I wanted to give you my heart.

I wanted to write you a song,

but all I had left in my heart,

Was a pillow of tears I had cried all the years that I waited while we were apart.

I wanted to sing you a tune,

but all I had left in my throat,

Was the gasping of air choking back all the fear that this magic was merely a hoax.

I wanted to hold you to me.

Now all I have left in my mind,

Are the memories fading sweet embers evading the legacy you left behind.

I wanted to show you my dreams,

but you knew them all in a glance.

Now you’ve tainted me dearly left wounded severely here hopelessly praying on chance.

I wanted to chase you away,

to preserve what was pure in our hearts,

But you showed me this dream is alive in our being and nothing can tear us apart.

I wanted to show you my heart,

so I stood there my armor aside,

And you shielded me softly your love has engulfed me for you I have waited my life.

Dark Days

These are scary days, scary days are haunting me.

Fingers pointed out in blame.

Fingers pointing out with hate.

Reflections clear but still distorted,

When seeing lies with the beholden.

These are scary days, scary days are haunting me.

Pity fails to garnish aid,

Just steely judgment and dismay.

Only troubled with the me,

a flock of me-s fly recklessly.

These are scary days, scary days still haunting me.

He who sleeps out in the cold.

She who sleeps in his bed, not her own.

They that starve for knowledge, knowing only lack of option.

They that starve for substance, constant hunger ever often.

These are scary days. But better days will follow these.

Only embers of love can survive the fuel of hate.

Only tales of our kindness will survive our mortal fate.

Because those left to remember, shall prescribe the story of thee

Who gave their life, to become light, to shine hope on the spirit’s need.

Live for better days. Love will always promise these.