I feel alone. I feel like the only one sitting here in this throne. Emptiness for accompaniment. Sadness in this establishment. Housing big servings of feelings that are only mine to digest. Pulling my chair up to an unoccupied table. Feeling like instead of in my kingdom, I am eating from the stables. Being fed bullshit enough to get my belly full. Then I feel uncomfortable. I realize that I am not being fulfilled, this has become illogical. Magical time and show is over. I need to be held onto forever. Or at least when it’s clever to show that the care is as deep as said. More than text messages and weekend dates in bed. More than hey this is what I did today, more like, I need you in my life, how is your heart, baby? Me, I’m crying inside I’m crying outside, Im feeling like it’s the pride that keeps me from dying. Again with the crying. I wish I didn’t feel so alone in my mind. Especially when I share it so openly. I give my thoughts over to help you see me accordingly. See me so that my heart feels your love for me. But I don’t feel that. I feel pushed, slightly. Away is not quite right, but averted from deepening. Lonesome reasoning.
To be told I’m loved. Even if it’s late.
To be told I’m loved. Even if it’s early.
To be told I’m loved. Even if I know it.
To be told I’m loved. Especially before I sleep.
To be told I’m loved. Especially when I am sad.
To be told I’m loved. Especially when I’m being difficult.
To be told I’m loved. Every time I’m full of doubt.
To be told I’m loved. Every time I want to run away.
To be told I’m loved. Every time I feel distant.
To be told I’m loved. Proved by desired time talking.
To be told I’m loved. Proved by asking me to be near.
To be told I’m loved. Proved by asking about my heart.
To be told I’m loved. Providing a safe space for my healing.
To be told I’m loved. Providing open ears to hear my feelings.
To be told I’m loved. Providing a vision of love without fear.
To be told I’m loved. Desire to share time and energy.
To be told I’m loved. Desire to learn more and connecting deeply.
To be told I’m loved. Desire to know and inquire my mind.
To be told I’m loved. Devotion of kindness and empathy for my pain.
To be told I’m loved. Devotion of priority to reflect affections.
To be told I’m loved. Devotion to my being, because of love, only love.
thin top, skin line, just reaching the surface of whats on my mind. only briefly brushing on topic offering a skimp of your time. continually trying. often defying what it is that i have been relentlessly defining. implying that satisfaction is just as fleeting as fashion always pulling a distraction from anything factual. just enough to impress on as emotional yet not contractual. cannot commit to the thick of it. just enough to soften the rough bit, bitten from the tip, leaving behind all that is really underlying, the depth of the call, the start of the fall. Falling deeper into the crevasse of desire, wanting the soul to be the subject to inquire. Passionately engulfed by the fire, staying upright on the high wire of presenting face while Love is locking into a dangerous place. Shallow pools still aren’t safe. How do you grab a life jacket when it’s material is lace. Not able to withstand any extenuating circumstances that require a longer observance than the effortless sideways glances. And still yet entranced with the chance that change is in the future plan. A stand for the grand entrance into the meaning of soul. A vibration to visually uphold and come closer to listen as its story begins to unfold. Uncreasing each layer from warm center to the extended edge’s cold. Examining the veins trenches as it’s red carpet unrolls. Pouring along the outline in shades of burgundy . Like truth spilling out as it was intended to be. Still exploring the vast and the void that is stored inside, showing off that it’s only crime is draining personal depth to honor its pride. Back behind the sheer curtains and passing connectivity aside.
in the land of coincidence this was the most generous description of happenstance. it wasn’t like it was just a casual encounter or a quick side eyed glance. it came across as poignant decision making lacking any evidence of chance.
a change was noticed and the energy fell weak. the exchange of interest softened below the peak. it became directed elsewhere and the loss was not meek. somehow fainting in persistence week by week.
an energy brewing and thickening each day creating suffocation. a knowledge among the stars shining down inappropriate provocation. and an air about it ruminating vanity, causing a personal indignation.
Tangible in the smell of something not quite right in the senses. Any attempt of clarification builds up an unnecessary display of defenses, only confirming the initial questioning of advances.
It’s a cosmic awareness of conversations employed. Communications offering disdain to the committed love joy. This Layering of perspective creating new versions of allowing a secretive ploy.
Encouragement of union and unity is on a wavering foundation. Opportunity presented daily for egoist masturbation gives a slide of hand to genuine and pure intention. castrating genuine and symbiotic connection and affection.
Gripping onto a slippery slope of ideas and projecting. Never ending the questioning with a confirmation or upfront viewing. Only hiding. Only silently replying. Only giving all into something that is mystifying.
I can’t stop and it’s twisting up my head. It spills, stains my brain and makes my view full of lead. I see only nothingness as the target in my chest has been washed over as unimpressive, unimportant. It must be an imported goal, complete with unidentifiable instructions leaving a hole where it was intended to be whole. Gaping, kind of oozing from a wound that is nothing short of self abusing as I sit here expecting or even hoping for the perusing of such words I have put out to be read. Most likely taking risks of it being misinterpreted. Although that would be welcomed moreover than any false hope, and following paths that keep my interests broke. The trigger that pulled the gun of loves infliction now has chambered echoes of bottled indignation. Insulting the very beginning of held out foundational building. I keep building. Seeing with a blind intuition and leading myself into clear confusion. Seeing what’s not there, but knowing it is. Giving bits of fresh air but those breaths are short lived when I see the amount of time and space afforded to something stealing away, causing priorital decay, pushing the interests further away. With that, stay. Stay there in that example of complexity, in that world of feeling not quite wrong but rightly denying the subtle intensity. I see. It should be me, maybe too clearly I see. Maybe too clearly i just want to be seen, a scene hard to turn away from. And now, killing me, I play along, willingly. I want the heart, the soul, the brain to be freedom.
I don’t belong. No, not here. I don’t belong, with you my dear. I don’t belong and you have her near.
I don’t belong. No, maybe never did. I don’t belong and my feelings are hid. I don’t belong and you have her bid.
I don’t belong. No, I feel so out of place. I don’t belong and it begins to be erased. I don’t belong and you seek her space.
I don’t belong. No, can I please rewind. I don’t belong and I feel I’m falling behind. I don’t belong and she is your kind.
I don’t belong. No, my words have no value. I don’t belong and it’s your words I hang on to. I don’t belong and you play your game with her days long.
Where am I when I am searching inside? Can anyone still see me or is it a matter of mental seek and hide. I feel faded and not fully alive. I feel jaded like it’s difficult to contrive.
I sink deep into what I don’t want to feel and relinquish my hope. I splash about in the shallow end and desperately request a rope. My hands flail about and my effort is choked. Back to the bottom of the waters, my view comes from a fogged over scope.
In an awkward silence my thoughts begin to escape. They string together in an unnatural fray. I begin screaming inwardly for something important to say and I’m never quite sure if the words come together the right way.
Until it comes I will sit in my wonder. Until it is impressed and permeated I will mentally and verbally flounder. Will I know when it has arrived or will I hold it in front of me and ponder? Will I keep it at arms length or even a distance further and longer?
It comes out of nowhere. It tells you the truth that lies want to use as a cover. It sections off nothing and offers no disclosure.
It is allusive and gives no remorse. It sanctions nothing as sacred and promises to contort. It gives a visual of hope and has only desolation to report.
It is forced upon those who are desperately trying to heal. It comes full force when Love is the life’s appeal. It transitions hope into a perspective of false ideals.
It has become an inebriation. It transforms love into devastation. It gives face of light and darkens the illumination.
It has made me monstrous. It has erased all forms of calming guidance and patience. I have become brutal and callous.
I no longer know what to expect from me. It has taken my dreams and defecated on my reality. I am no longer who I want to be.
dangling, it has its own feet, sweeping me off into a delusionary suite. a room full of choices to which my hopes cannot compete. treading, it steps along the lines given to follow, tiptoeing softly among the path that is inevitibly hollow and hard to stand beyond the shallow end. grasping, it is losing its grounding, the directional chaos is compounding. the navigation of what direction to trust is a confounding compass.
pleasant, the satisfaction attained, when accomplishing a goal acclaimed, set out and in reach it is ascertained perhaps even easily. joyous, it is high in elation shaking hands with rejoicing conversation and communicating through proficient verbalization leaving no flaws of meaning. What is said is what is heard and the over analyzing is no longer a paralyzing part of the deciphering agony over words, I pass the test.
Dropping, a rope that hangs selflessly awaiting for the next useful demand. Swinging into the weather and pulling away from its tethered command. Offering an anchor to let away the experience of expectation with one hold in fear and the other in glorification. Gripping the idealistic approach knowing that it is just a fast paced reach of hopes reproach and slipping under the conditioning that was supposed to be a decision. Knowing that whichever way, letting go or reaching higher the result is an unwanted mess.
Playing, as if choices were really choices. Speaking as if those choices were given voices that were heard and submerged in the acts and actions of applicable life situations. Listening, yet desiring the change of station where what is absorbed through the delivery of chords doesn’t take over stimulation. Betting against the odds that it will end up in a win, fighting the urge to give away the cards that were given, and being asked to play or to pass…
The sound of your heartbeat is so strong when I’m near. The vibration beats with mine and it sounds so clear. Be with me always, you are mine, is the song from it I hear. But with fear, I interpret that as you don’t want me to stay.
The touch of your hands are so inviting to my skin. The way you pull me close pulls me deep within. The embrace confirms there is no beginning and no end. But with fear, I feel your hands speaking for your mouth, go away.
The look in your eyes lurk in to my soul. They target my heart and let love unfold. Gazing brilliantly with passion warming my heart that feels cold. But with fear, I see they see a game to play.
The voice of your words come with love and delight. Swirling around me encouraging to give up this doubted fight. Originally offering security and no reason for flight. But with fear, I have read absence and distance separating our days.