whatever i am to whomever

Fairy-tales depict a love.

That love being so strong that nothing comes between it.

         No person, lie, hate, or destruction...

Our hearts feel so much, burrowing and reeling inside our chests.

Yet as we feel it, it doesn't always seem to be for the good.

In fact disappointment is so much easier to set upon the focus of our eye.

When so much good is hidden on the outskirts of our sight.

Our mind plays tricks upon our souls, giving our hearts tunnel vision.

And that which we perceive are sorrows we would soon wish to forget.

Yet so much within me, within my being, my heart, and within my soul wishes to grasp that love.

That single moment when the person your with weights upon more importance than anyone before.

So much that desire beats.

That i desire to live not in fear and seclusion of my soul.

Wrong-doings and faults from before lay lame beside my desire for forgiveness.

I am not the boy i used to be, i am more than the person i was and have been labeled to be.

The frays forgive me my past and i yours, reigns true to my veins.

Though these are but words.

There is no satisfaction for pains and wounds i've given or received.

And, although fear gives not forbearance.

I seek forgiveness and not the petty words whilst the mind seethes.

But for truth and for the love upon its eventful delivery.

Is that enough?

Is sorry enough when forgiveness is a word left far behind?

                                                       

the crossing paths we walk

My ways have crossed one another.

Some have said that at a crossroad is where you make life altering affects.

My crossroad is inside me.

My heart tears because my mind moves me in ways that do my love no justice.

Who is this boy i've become?

Because i am not a man, not the man i used to be; or the one i long to be.

Only a sad and sorrowful remanence of who i once was.

How can i say to my dreams, "I am coming."?

I left my dreams to become what i am to this day.

Many fight for what matters, if any that be worth at all.

  Change finds them.

Others walk away and stay where they're at, because they left change to those which contain a brave heart.

For there's were to weak to change.

What if who they are is and continues to be a coward, a terrible person...

Without change you are left with your fault.

Where do you go when your faults surpass your name?

Where have i to go when i am left with this name?

                                                  

to hand you what will tear you apart

Happiness, feels alot like sorrow.

Let it be, and it will leave you all alone.

Happiness, is just outside my window

As i watch, sealed inside a house still burning.

Happiness, left me so many times before

So how could i, try to bring it into my home, my heart?

Happiness, made my heart feel so warm

But when it left, brought me to my knees outside and in the cold.

Happiness, just isn't for my heart to feel

Because when i hurt, I'm supposed to act like everything is fine.

Happiness, doesn't care about my problems

So happiness, i won't let you in my heart.

                                                 

to be intimate?

So far from grace have you fallen this day.

The beginnings of the man you once were and meant to be has left you, like a lonely ship lost at sea.

Hoping to port at a land of plenty, whilst tossed upon waves of misdirection.

The faith and hopes you once held upon your heart have slipped onto your sleeve.

What is there to be intimate?

You've left everything you loved to be, to run, flee from the loves you lost.

And, now after the flight of the weak, discovered that the loves you left were only fleeting fits of brief joy, hiding the underlie.

Disguised were your hopes, if they were that at all.

Deception at it's best, if i were to call it.