We Played A Game
We Played A Game
The other day
We played a game
It had butterflies in it
My heart felt like a butterfly then
Light in my chest
Now it feels more like the stones
I picked off the ground
Heavy
And painful
As if I swallowed it
And it got stuck
Halfway down
We joked about her being a housewife
I would like that
To put everything that stresses her out
Safety away
And the only thing she would have to worry about
Is me
My desires
And the hunger I have
Like a fire
So ravenous, it threatens to take us both
We could take care of each other
Like in the game
But life isn’t a game
It’s not enough to just don’t starve
You have to forge your path through life
Create the road you walk on
I would be happy to be her home
Her comfort
If she could just find her way to me
Letting the Chips Fall
Letting The Chips Fall
I think about seeing her
I want it tomorrow
I want it in the next minute
In the next second
To feel the warmth of her smile
Hear her little laugh
And sometimes, I worry
It will never happen
That life will keep us apart
I know that there are certain problems that need to be solved
Problems don’t go away I told her
She avoids them anyway
Until they are about to ruin everything
I hate her for making me feel
There is no hope left
That she accuses me of just stressing her out
Lashes out at me angrily
I feel pain because I know
She loves me
And wants to make me happy
Maybe I was too hard on her
But can I take the pain
Of watching everything burn
Letting the problems stack up against us
She’s so sensitive
And beautiful
And soft and understanding
Perhaps, I can be strong enough
To feel the fear
That I will lose her
I often cope with feelings of fear by trying to solve problems and remove obstacles. It’s who I am. It is the hardest thing to just let something I want more than anything slip away. Maybe I’m too hard on people, on myself for trying to fix everything. Sometimes, you just have to enjoy where life is right now, and process your fear and just trust everything will work itself out.
Love and Hate
Love and Hate
Sometimes I hate her so much
I want to break everything in my house
Smash it to pieces
Hit her so hard
I can feel some sort of relief
In my heart
So angry
That she refuses to give me
The girl I’m so in love with
Instead
She makes herself hard to love
She thinks she is taking back control
That this is what confident people do
That she will somehow stop the pain
If she ruins everything first
She’s afraid
That she will disappoint me
She doesn’t know
That she was enough
That even in my anger
All I wanted
Was to get her back
That I love her
And I chose her for a reason
She doesn’t know
All her pushing me away
Makes me so angry
Makes me so sad
Scared
Tired
Tired of being forced to ask myself again
If she is worth it
Tired of feeling doubt
When I already know
That she is the one
Warm Days In The Middle of December
Warm Days In the Middle of December
I run on the worn pavement
And it’s warm
So warm it feels like balmy spring
Not the middle of December
It makes wonder
How the fuel in the car
So hot
Can make our world burning up
Those plane flights to those wonderful places
Are the poison that fills the air
A girl who
You want to be with
Likes to hurt other people
For fun
December is sure
A strange month
And all the wonderful paradoxes
Won’t let me get out of my damn head
About it all
Always And Forever
Always and Forever
She told me that this was probably our last fight
But if that were true
If one fight was able to erase
All we built together
The world would make no sense
I think
We are meant to fight
A hundred more times
A thousand more times
We are meant to fight each other for the rest of our lives
Until we don’t need to fight anymore
And maybe it’s only then
We might separate
Because
Every time we fight
It feels like the end of the world
But really
It always brings us closer together
Always makes us stronger
I just wish
I was able to be there for her
When we are fighting
To comfort her
Tell her everything was going to be alright
To give her strength to get through it
Sad At The Party
Sad At The Party
I was sad at the party today
So sad, two people asked me what was wrong
It’s only because of you
That I was even willing to tell them
To let them in
I stayed until midnight
Then went to another party
Because I didn’t want to face myself alone
Face my pain, my heartbreak
How is it
That two people who love each other so much
Can’t give each other what they need
I know I did the right thing
That I set us both free from our prisons
Me from my torture, her from her cage
I gave us a way out
But I hope that way
Doesn’t lead away from each other
Forever
My friends told me that this will help me learn
That I will find someone new
But I don’t want anyone else
Even though we were not working
I only want her
Sometimes, when I feel clear
That we really did have something special
That it was real love, it just didn’t work
I feel a little peace
Before the pain comes washing back
Stuck Between Two Worlds
Stuck Between Two Worlds
She told me she got used to it
Being gone
But I don’t ever want her to be used to it
I want her to feel a pain deep in her chest
Like a part of her is missing
When I’m gone
That all she wants
Is to be whole again
I’d do anything to feel that love again
But I realize, that in order to make room for her love
I forgot some of my own
I forget the world where everyone tries to be kind
Where people push themselves to learn and succeed
Where facing your fears is exciting
Where nothing is impossible
And I wonder
If she has anything else to give me
But her love
And when that love is faint
I feel
Bored
It is sometimes a difficult thing to be in love. All you want is to be together all of the time but if you are moving at different speeds it can hurt so much. You worry if you want to move forward, you will be doing it alone. It’s hard to feel like the only way you can be with someone, is if you stay where they are. I think there is hope though. Relationships that aren’t in person will also struggle with connection. But I worry sometimes there is no hope. And that worry fills my heart with fear.
What She Saw In Me
What She Saw In Me
I saw a video today
About how we should love ourselves
For things
The people we love
Saw in us
She loved my appearance
Thought I was handsome
I’ll indulge in my appearance
Feel proud
Groom myself
She loved my intelligence
I’ll indulge in that
Try to decipher
The world’s problems
She loved me for my emotions
I’ll indulge in that
Seek to find emotion
In art
In myself
In other people
She loved me for my skill
I’ll indulge in that
Not being afraid
To take the game
To new levels
She loved my laugh
I’ll indulge in that
Surround me with humor
She loved me because she understood me
I’ll indulge in that
Confide in her
Confide in people who get me
She loved me because I needed her
I’ll indulge in that
Seek to be taken care of
To be cared for
The Beauty of Eternal Loneliness
The Beauty of Eternal Loneliness
When I met her
I felt whole
Her love
Insistant, constant
Made me feel safe
Made me feel free
Accepted
Made me want to feel
Devoted
But when the loneliness came back
I tried to lean
On her
And I leaned instead
On a wall of toothpicks
Left behind
When I fell
The toothpicks scattered around me
I’ve never felt more alone in my life
I tried to fill something missing in me
With her
So much
I forgot
No one is forever
We are alone
From the moment we draw our first
To the last
And when I tried to desperately fill
The loneliness with her
The loneliness that was a part of me
I also lost
The one person
Who was there
Before she came
After she leaves
The only one
Who can be alone together
With me
Me
There is no shame in loving hard, loving deeply. All love comes with sadness and a special sort of sadness that can be so unbearable we try to cover its beauty. But don’t be afraid. Love is the most beautiful emotion we feel.
We seeks people who can heal us, compliment us and challenge us. It is the best thing in the world to seek out such people. Finding other people can be the most rewarding experience ever.
However, when we feel lonely, it reminds us to ask ourselves the question:
- How do I feel? Let the answer come to you.
- What would make you happy? What if you gave yourself permission to fail?
If we worry too much about losing someone:
- We feel the feelings
- A reminder that we are always alone
- We let our frustration out in a way that feels good (running, hitting something)
- Creating art that feels good
- Focus on the present, that is all that exists
We should never be afraid to love. But we should be afraid of trying to replace ourselves with them.