Relationship Identity Crisis

I suppose it wasn't enough

Though I thought it was

It's never enough

It will never be

What is the meaning to the word

That I thought that we were

Is it a pun? I guess

I just don't understand

It is always about you
And I shouldn't mind because I'm happy to have you
But were do I go
For an ear and shoulder?

I just don't want to push my luck

Because I don't know

How far a push

will go

Before we snap.

But I won't say

That it hurts me deepest

Because I don't know you anymore

And we could be the same

And I miss the us before

Who are we now?

What are we?

Who am I?

Hey World; It's Time to Take Me On

I always hate driving you home

Because I never know

How it's going to be later

Between you and me

We could spend weeks not talking

Or texting 

Or emailing

And I hate that part the most

I like it when we're closest

Like we use to be

And I think finally

I've got it in my mind

It's okay to talk about the past

And what happened

And maybe open that up

Because it's a part of you and me and us

But more than that...

I think I've learned that I need

To let it go

And talk about it casually

once in a while

Whenever you're ready we will

I won't make it into a big deal

Because it's not

And I love you, my friend.

Who you were: I loved

Who you are: I love

Who you will be: I will love

That is what He's taught me lately

Wherever we go from here

Just know that's how it will forever be

No matter how much seems to come between us

In the good and bad and parted ways

this is what i've learned

The Ivity In Creativity

Creativity

Always seems

To be wiped

Clean out of me

Though the days get longer

There is always more to do

And I forget, yes, to stop

And look around me

Look Around!

It's all around

Even when you can't see it

Even when you can't feel it

It's in plain sight

Now its in the shadows

And all you need to do

Is open up and see

And embrace it to yourself!

It wants you

The pictures, the words, the melody, the art

It's always been in your head, your heart

So Do Your Thing; Live Your Art!

Hands Holding Hearts

The hand I once held

Belonged to someone I knew

I knew better

Than I knew everyone else

It was the hand we dropped

When things got rough

The only one

That would always have picked me up

It was that hand I reached for

Wanting to know its touch again

Wanting to remember

Every line, every pulse in that hand

The hand I got was not the one I wanted

So cold, dead, undeserving

Of a fate 

I do not understand

A hand held mine

Squeezing and assuring everything was fine

I need time

To find who I should have been all along

But where was the life in that hand?

I will grasp the fingers between my own

And wait for the warmth 

and the pulse 

and the colour

To return to every cell.

It will be your hand I hold

When we dance again

Under the stars

Like those nights long and far ago

Our hands raised above our heads

Year of the Creature Inside Us All

Curled up inside my mind

They scratch away.

The dark, the dark

They love the dark

It keeps them warm

Living in more than a fool's paradise

They pace the halls

Of men, great and small

Haunting the hallow walls

And staircases of the heart.

You hear their footsteps

And their breathing tightens something in your throat.

Black.

Eyes shut to block these things out

Or keep them locked out of the world

That is hardly any safer.

The phantasm floats about

Down city streets

Not just in your mind

And the minds of the good

It's time to take a flashlight

And a bat

to these ghosts and monsters

That are within us all

It's Time to Deal With Yourself and Your Past

Walk Which Way

I can't do this

Not anymore

I've stayed strong, I've walked on

As long as I could

But in the next 72 hours

There will be a fork in the road

And I'll have to choose the way

That I want to go

I can fly through the skies

And see the world I don't know

And learn, and wonder, and question

As I go

Or I could get out

Just relocate

Settle down in my own place

Likely I'll decorate

Or I can search high and low

And send out my name

And hope that my schooling

Is what someone will be willing to pay

Yet all of the paths point to me

by myself

No one helping, along for the ride

Just me

And That Scares Me A Little

Anger and a Bag of Chips

Angry.

So, so angry.

This feeling in the pit

of my stomach eating me alive.

This was you!

How could you make me feel this way

How... How?

Pitiful me.

The cards were always in your hands

And the dice were heavy on that side

You played it so well

I never heard them say 'check'

It's plastered all over the world

What we are not

And you are now

Without me and with her

Don't think I don't know

Because it's reflected in your eyes

And that, my dear,

was your one mistake.

This anger will be gone before long

As will this pitiful trace

I don't need cards to tell me that

and you're nothing to me.

Ciao.