Untitled on We Heart It
After doing this, someone asked me if I could do more. And I never did, so…hello.
Walking down this empty street,
Cold air breathed into my lungs.
I look left and right seeing windows filled with light,
Warmth held within along with laughter and love,
How those houses beam with joy.
Still I go on wards without stop,
Without rest or slumber,
No I head forward in silence.
Maybe it is the pace in which I walk.
Always to fast or to slow,
Never perfect, never right.
Maybe its this song which never stops,
Always playing on repeat
With words I cannot say,
I will not believe.
It’s not as if I thought my destination was greater then the start
No, it’s not as if you created this inside.
Fostering insecurities and sadness
Does all the world a horror,
Surfacing at the worst of times
Spewing over like hot bubbles in a saucepan.
No I didn’t think my destination was better then the start
but I didn’t believe I would carry all of this into the dark.
Maybe it is all made up words that I write
A language that you never learned
Words you never carried to hear.
Maybe I never yelled or cried or shouted
in front or next to you.
It’s the smallest things,
The tiniest things that I care about.
It’s the look in your eyes
or the way in which you listen,
Those things I can cherish till the end of my life.
The other things you can keep for your collection
Of shiny things, beautiful things.
No I just need your love and support
but I’m asking something you are incapable to give
for the only thing you have to give brother, is a broken stick
and your undeveloped heart.
You are sitting all shiny and clean
You’re wings are pristine and tidy,
Those winds were always mighty
But you flew against it with strength,
For you aren’t the weary or the faint.
I walk over to you and examine your small body,
Never seeing an imperfection or a blemish,
Only a heart who wants to finish.
But your friend, or no maybe not your friend at all
Sits in the opposite shelf across the room
Feeling empty and aware of the ever present dark loom,
Oh how he is broken and ugly,
Tarnished in every which way
Most certainly a horrible sight.
When I look from you to him there is no comparison.
You are strong he is weak
You are beautiful he is meek
You are perf- you are plastic!
You are fake! He is real!
You are a fraud! He has battle scars!
You are plastic! He is authentic.
You are a toy butterfly who thinks you’ve seen the real world.
He is a real butterfly who isn’t much to look at but has lived a life which is more then what I can say about you.
They say new love is wild and free,
Filled with mystery and longing.
They say that as that love matures,
Passion builds with each step.
They say there is that honeymoon faze,
When love is blind and unconditional.
They say everyone has an end to that faze,
Suddenly reality hits with a bang,
Like a cold breath taken from your lungs,
Or a trip over unpaved road,
Catching you off guard.
They say this happens to everyone,
Only the truly in love survive this fall.
They say we are young without a care,
But you and I, we belong.
They say we can’t know until later,
But who are they to say?
someday someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else on We Heart It