Separation brings perspective,
As do years —
We've grown so distant.
I cannot believe
I used to think that
It should have been you.

If the mirror says
You're ugly,
You're too beautiful inside
For your own good —
Sweetheart,
Like the world,
The mirror lies.

Two lives adjoined,
But still apart —
Waiting to
Be given back
Their hearts.

Killing time in self distraction,
Tragedies with silver linings —
Bitter tears putting out
My paper hopes, aflame.

Fate, expectations —
Constructs to be shaken,
The more, the further
We journey in life.

I'll be redeemed
Once I am gone —
After all,
The graveyard is
For saints and heroes.

Looking back,
Time traversed —
Upside down,
And in reverse.

Cries for attention
Echo through the night,
With no one to answer
But the unheard one
Feeling left behind.

"Wait for me," says the selfish.
"I'll wait for you," says the unconfident —
But no, not you, nor I, my love.
We know. We part, and smile.
I'll see you when we reach
The other side.

It can't be had,
And yet, it matters —
Life is more
Than laws of men.

Fantasies drained away
At the start of each new day —
A quick release to clear the mind
Of what cannot be had.

Cruelty taught in crowded hallways,
Like a demon fitting room —
Life reshaped, remolded
In the moments between classes.

Naught but faded sympathy —
No love, no hate,
And it's too late
To ever change
The way you look at me.

In the end
There's nothing to it —
Cut the knot,
Spit out the bullet.
Mute the world
And face the music
That you love.

For good, for bad,
You let me go —
It's fine. Move on,
I'll play that part.
I'll be the regret.

Fashion
Makes
Poor.

Perception, perspective —
Perhaps it's the absent expected
Coloring our happiness.

Saying nothing
Changes nothing.
Change requires do —
Drop the silent act,
And raise the issue.

Look beyond the opulence
And see the plain
Mundane beneath.

Wild, this garden mine,
Shadowy and overgrown —
With angels in the treetops,
And demons in the undergrowth.