That’s why.

She gave me her heart and everything below it..
Above all, her mind..

..she kept for herself.

That’s why I love her.

DOS

“…part of me was happy that you were beginning to see the truth.
Part of me longed for the sweet ignorance that made you the way you are…

…the part that swore to shield you from the depravity of society“

Windows

My soul is captured in her stare.
Hands crippled by my craft; I am no longer a craftsman..

No longer a man of my word but I still speak with the depth and darkness of oceans.

A false Prophet.

A fools profit.

But She is far from naive and has nothing to lose.

Now she just stares and although I can no longer charm her with my craft,

My soul is captured in her stare..

..and when she closes her eyes, I’m hers.

Super Terminal Velocity

My Raindrop. You give life to the earth. You quench my thirst.
We both fell at the same time..

But You hit the ground first.

Déjà

This moment has happened an infinite amount of times..
And yet, I never. See. It coming.

And I am  never prepared for it.

(You)       never cease to remind me that some things..

..never change.

Somehow    we       always     seem    to       follow  the     same patterns

I am always left amazed.

Conditional

I love the fact you you and me aren’t unconditional.

I appreciate the fact that  you stay when it gets dark.

The possibility of drifting away holds us closer together..

..barely

三 (san)

What does it matter..

If she does not feel the same?

Love unrequited.

Proximity – Mine

Whenever you are in any form of doubt, just remember…
They were here due to proximity.

We were world’s apart…

And still, there was an “Us”.

#4

Silence is Golden.
Well, in certain circumstances anyway..

And depending on whether or not you value Gold..

Hey, let’s just say ‘Silence is…’  and for the purpose of this post, add whatever Value you want.

Anyway, I always notice how her lips form the shape of a heart whenever I Lie next to her.

More often than not, whenever she breaks her silence —–  —–

I break her heart <\3

二

My words are in chains

Often straight over her head

A slave to my prose