The coldest parts of me
were once the warmest.
The saddest parts of me,
Were once the happiest.
The darkest parts of me
Used to shine the brightest.
Now, there isn’t much left at all.
"I was never fond of love, but oh, I’ve always been fond of you."
Please do not
Look down on me
if you are steps ahead of me.
do not give me directions
if I choose a different route
for our paths are not the same.
please do not
expect me to keep up
when we are running different races.
please do not
expect my achievements
to mirror yours.
If I lack something, where you succeed,
I’m happy for you.
But that does not make me a failure.
Our successes can never be compared
with the same measurements
for our goals are different.
Please continue to inspire me,
but do not try and change my actions
for we are separate authors,
writing different novels.
the good news
is that you don’t stand out in a crowd anymore
the bad news
is that I still look for you.
I always do.
I don’t know, I don’t know what you were thinkin
I don’t know, I don’t know what you were drinkin
but it’s too late now, babe our ship is sinkin
we’ve been drowning for years, just let that sink in.
I wish I knew what you were thinkin about.
I wish I knew, what you’ve been drinkin about
so tell me, can an angel really take down her demons?
if she can she will, so tell me where that leaves us
Didn’t know it, but I was runnin’ from my casper.
I tried goin’ ghost on him, had to run faster.
I once met farmer
He grew up on the fields, it was all he had ever known.
he had longed to see the harvest, of all the seeds he had sown.
but he didn’t stick around, he left the field before things grew.
See, as soon as he saw beauty, he moved on to something new.
So when he left behind, the colours of nature that he helped create,
he wandered onto my path, call it luck, call it fate.
I welcomed him inside, and he left dirty footprints on the floor.
I should have asked to him to leave his shoes outside the door.
He stayed for a while, and memorized the walls of my home.
He learned its history, and knew it as if it were his own.
But once he saw the beauty, and understood its value.
He did what he always did, and moved on to something new.
I remember watching him walk out, his jacket cleaner than it was before.
while I was left with mud stains, that would never leave my floor.
I once met a sailor.
He had braved many storms, and travelled across the deep blue sea.
I don’t know what was, that brought his ship to me.
He had stories of the oceans, of a whole knew world unknown.
He told me about his ship, the wooden model he called “home”.
He grew up learning the ropes, from sails to the fishing lines.
He could read mother nature’s clouds, he knew all her little signs.
But he hardly did he drop an anchor, for longer than a year.
For losing out on more beauty, was his single most greatest fear.
You see, he did not dare fall in love, with every single shore.
He feared there was always greater, there was always something more.
So he lifted his anchor, and set sail for something new.
So when my lighthouse caught his eye, he already knew what he’d do.
The light had his attention, but he couldn’t forget the shadow.
Whatever else was out there, he couldn’t sit still, he had to know.
So one day he pulled up his anchor, and was carried across the sea.
I should have kept the light off, he never would have found me.
I once met a young man.
He had curiosity as fierce as hunger, and a thirst to learn the unknown.
So he built up his bookshelf, and fictional worlds became his home.
When he figured something out to its core, he’d find something else to do.
When all the roads became familiar, he would travel somewhere new.
You see, he liked to analyze, he liked to understand.
He couldn’t settle with being, an average, unchallenged man.
So when we crossed paths, and I was foreign to his territory.
He made his goal to know, he was motivated to hear my story.
So piece by piece, he started to take me apart.
analyzing each element, until he found my heart.
Like taking apart a car, and figuring out how it works.
He found out what made me happy, he found out what hurts.
Questions and questions, he needed to know it all.
Seasons of learning changed, from winter straight until fall.
And when the year had passed,he learned all there was to know.
He had reached his goal, and now it was time to go.
Little did I know, that it was more than a conversation piece.
Little did I know that I wasn’t meeting a person, I met a masterpiece.
I did not know that day, that I met a mosaic of passion and thirst.
I did not know the that I would meet the best of me, and also, my worst.
Little did I know, that he would leave footprints by mistake.
Nor did I consider, the emptiness and damage to be left in his wake.
I did not dare to imagine, the weight of his anchor being gone.
I did not dare to dream that things could go this wrong.
When I walked those halls that morning, it was never a part of my plan,
to encounter a mosaic; the farmer, the sailor; an extraordinary man.
Let’s get personal.
Let’s do this one-on-one.
It’s a game made for two,
and I want to play with you.
I want to memorize the flaws on your skin.
Tell me my dear, what’s your favourite way to sin?
Show me your nervous habits, tell me how you make your tea.
Tell me when your alarm goes off, and when you go to sleep.
Let’s get personal.
Tell me what your best friends know, tell me what they don’t.
Show me how you make love, tell me why you won’t.
Spill your regrets, I promise I’ll kiss them until they’re gone.
Tell me your favourite book, what’s your favourite song?
Let’s get personal.
Tell me why it’s your favourite, tell me what makes it your worst.
Show me all the reasons, of where and why it hurts.
Show me your favourite dress, show me what’s underneath.
In return I’ll show you mine, it’s our special secret to keep.
Let’s get personal.
Trust me, love me, text me when it’s late.
Tell me your stories, I know I can relate.
Forget your heartbeat, I want our souls intertwined.
Between laced fingers and toes, you’ll know you’re mine.
I’ll paint the picture, make sure it’s beautiful and rare.
It’s quite intimiate, when more than your body is bare.
Open your mind, your heart, love me with all you’ve got.
Show me all the damage, the parts you swore you forgot.
But suddenly, personally,
I wasn’t designed to carry your burdens, or heal your aches.
I swore I told ya, loving me was your mistake.
Tripping you was my accident, but the fall was your own.
I was never a safe base, you can’t make me your home.
This isn’t my scene, you should have known better,
than to seal all your secrets in a folded love letter
I mean I’ll keep it, but baby I don’t mean it.
I’m sorry, I swear this time I mean it.
But I can’t stay, despite your mysteries spilled on my hands.
I’m sorry you got it twisted, I’m in love with one night stands.
I mean you’re great, but this isn’t the road for me.
Why are you hurting, weakling, don’t take this personally.
You’ve asked several questions
you’ve thrown down accusations.
I’m here to solve it all.
I’m ready to describe the fall.
Don’t expect it to be pretty, don’t expect poetry.
Don’t expect guilt, don’t expect an apology.
Don’t expect emotion, don’t look for a story line.
Don’t expect imagery, or an intricate design.
Maybe I’m out late because I don’t like being home.
Maybe I’m self-destructive - towards the person I’ve become.
Maybe I flop all the time, because I can’t find the energy.
Maybe I don’t pursue goals, because motivation has failed me.
Maybe I gave up on love, because I got caught in its undertow.
Maybe I stay in parking lots, because I’ve got no where else to go.
Maybe I prefer tv shows, because people are too complicated.
Maybe I perform the minimum, because all that matters is if I made it.
Maybe I inhaled a thing or two, because I hated prescribed medications.
Maybe I keep my life in a backpack, because I’m used to transitions.
Maybe I shut you out, because I can’t afford to let you in, and let you go.
Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut, at least now you know.