Verses

I want to love you, but

I don't know what to do about it.

I want to you kiss you, but

I am so scared of the taste.

I want to tell you how

I've waited all these years to tell you, but

I don't bother cause you've

cut off both your ears.

I think about you when

I'm out drinking alone.

I start to day dream with

the pictures on my phone.

I think I need you.

I think I'm wrong.

I feel you moving, but

it's just you moving on.

I read your articles.

I read you mind.

I think about the bank where

you save up you're time.

I'm just a dreamer.

You're just a dream.

I think you love me, but

I'm caught up in the seems.

You want to reach out, but

you don't want to seem vulnerable.

You want your freedom, but

it comes at such great cost.

You want protection.

You want control.

You want the person who

can fill up all the holes.

You're always busy.

You're never home.

You only think of me

when you feel all alone.

You say you're right.

You probably are.

You feel so close, but I

push you way too far.

You never ask me

how I'm doing anymore.

You only assume

I'm the same as once before.

You say you're sorry.

I don't speak.

We're like a sad song

broken on endless repeat.

We're seven verses sung

in discord harmony.

A dissonance heard

by ears of likened hearts.

A major melody.

A minor chord.

The sweet resolve

led into a soft encore.

Can't Get Enough

What I know about her is but topics few

not only does she write, but also reviews

short hand stories read aloud to

tech-head nerdophiles addicted to the news

Subtly revealed to me all the clues

that lead me to believe I sought the blues

Tried my best to abide my rules

that day she laced her running shoes

I've had more and less love to lose

endowing my wounds, she left a bruise

which bled quite black like spoiled fruit

and turned my attention back to the roots

Perhaps I hadn't thought it through

but, what is a conventional man to do?

the night my eyes were brave to woo

that curious guilt that she felt too