Sometimes its not that hard,
To simply keep someone in the know,
To tell them the important things,
And not leave them in the dark.
Not everyone runs on the same schedule,
And they sure as hell won’t accomodate yours,
So do us all a grand favor,
And remember to inform.
Something about the way they looked at her,
As though her talents were so rare,
And her purity so innocent,
They were hypnotized,
Somehow convinced that she,
Was almost the perfect being.
How couldn’t she be?
With love from all around her,
And the heart of pure gold within,
She was ideal.
But they didn’t know,
They were hidden from the truth,
No one ever told them,
That she was broken,
And the most imperfect being,
Ever to walk the earth.
Everything works out in a way,
That more often than not,
Drives us absolutely insane,
Because more often than not,
It isn’t what we wanted.
Now, even though it may be for the best,
And could lead to a brighter ending,
We always want that moment,
That perfect split second of smiles,
Always forgetting that a lifetime of happiness,
Is a thousand times sweeter,
Than a simple second of satisfaction.
It’s when you’re so close,
That the moment brushes by,
Your fingers can almost touch it,
On your tongue, you can almost taste it.
It’s there, mocking you,
The taunts imprinting in your memory,
The thoughts of what could be,
Slowly merge into what could have been,
And you panic.
Your heart tightens in your chest,
Your breathing gets shallow and scattered,
The world starts spinning backwards,
And nothing makes sense.
That’s when you realize,
It’s already too late.
There’s a time in this life,
When we all realize,
That nothing stays the same,
People move on,
And love never lasts.
Perhaps it is when we are hurt,
When our minds become vulnerable,
That our instincts are revealed,
And life makes sense.
Is it good,
To become knowledgable?
Or maybe,
It would be better to be ignorant.
She wasn’t sure how to react,
To the sudden smiles they showered her with.
It was strange,
The love that they gave,
And the promises they kept.
She would go to the ends of the earth,
For each and every one.
And she’ll love them always.
Look!
See the stars,
Read what they’re saying!
See them as they sparkle?
That’s their whisper,
So listen closely!
Do you see the moon,
He’s smiling at them,
He’s happy for them,
He likes to see them shine.
They painted the sky,
A new color,
Nothing I’ve ever seen,
Or cared to notice, perhaps.
Could it be insanity,
That drives this observation,
But no, can’t you see it?
Off in the horizon,
The shapes taking form?
What about there,
Look straight ahead,
Can’t you see it?
Ah, no?
Well then it must be true,
Perhaps I’ve gone mad.
There’s a certain feeling,
That I get when you touch me,
When your arms wrap around me,
And your breath snakes down my neck.
I get lost in you,
And everything I told myself before,
All the self lecturing about moving on,
About learning to not need you,
It all disappears,
It fades into nothingness,
As I melt into you.
Her heart was set on one thing,
On making the true,
The promises she once spoke.
Perhaps it was absurd,
To allow herself to think,
That everything would work out,
And she’d survive it all.
To be alive,
Is much more than just breathing,
Or simply having your heart beat.
Being alive means nothing,
Whe compared to those wholive.
They tell me we’re right,
They say we’re perfect,
They call me insane,
When I tell them they’re wrong.
It’s not like I don’t love you,
Because believe me, I do;
But the truth of it all,
Is that you don’t love me, too.
It seems like it’s final,
You aren’t going to fight for me,
The way I fought for you,
And you’re just going to forget,
Everything we’ve been through,
Up until this moment.
Perhaps I’m losing my touch,
Slowly fading from reality,
And the person I once was.
Or have I always been this way,
Have I always let myself,
Be so easily broken down?
Surely this is not true,
I’m stronger than that,
My walls aren’t simply breakable.
I’ll never be able to know,
Or even clearly understand,
That way that you function,
And how you’re so able,
To play with my heart.
One day it’s like the past,
As though someone hit rewind,
And you felt like caring.
The next its back to reality,
Where I’m no more than another person,
Someone whose name you happen to know.
Perhaps its my fault,
But I’ll never really know,
If you clearly don’t care anymore.
Honestly I should move on,
But maybe there’s something wrong,
Maybe I don’t mind being used,
Maybe I love you too much,
And savor those moments,
That the pain is subdued?
Or maybe I’m just insane;
Surely that conclusion is more suffice.
