Doubt

Who to confide in.
Who not to believe.
How to be trusting
without being naive.
How to decipher
the space between lines
and still not go out of
my overworked mind.
I feel like it’s not worth the effort sometimes.
It seems like the whole world is telling me lies.
But what’s really reality in front of my eyes
if life in itself is just one big disguise
for something much bigger than I can conceive?
In the end
does it even matter what I believe?

Lovers & Friends

Logic is a friend.

Intuition is a lover.

When you have one
without the other
you are bound to get it wrong.
You see,
I knew it all along
that things were meant to be this way.
But I was worried about what my thoughts would say,
afraid my heart might not recover.

When in the end it is
a friend
who becomes the closest lover.

Masks for Sale!

You say they’re
Buy-One-Get-One-Free!
And then you hand me
…three.
Things just aren’t adding up.
I’m not buying
your facade.

Forethought

It’s easy to
asphyxiate by force.
And yes,
I suppose by default,
that makes you
strong.
But courageous
you most certainly are not.
He is a coward
who stifles the beating
of his own heart.
And he is a fool
who looks love in the eye
then walks away.

It isn’t prudence.
It’s your fear of yesterday.

The Girl

She picks at all her wounds
and wonders why they never heal.
She paints her love with water-colors
and cries that it’s not real.
If ever you need to find a girl
who can set herself up for defeat,
well then hands down,
this would be the girl
that you would want to meet.

Hot Air

I’m in love with the idea
of being in love
but a far-fetched idea
is not enough
to warrant this heartache
I subject myself to
if I am not really in love
with you.

Maybe you fit
the general mold
of what my love could truly hold
but if you refuse
to hand me the clay
I cannot build love anyway.

And so I’m left with
just a thought
in an empty tin
that can’t be bought
and can’t be filled with
just hot air.

I can’t love something
that isn’t there.