Maybe I feel this way because you’re my counterpart. Is that naïve? To think that life can hand you something so easily. Something deep and not counterfeit. I feel it in my bones and I felt it when I saw you. Now you’ve gone away and I feel incomplete, going through the motions. Knowing that you’re out there living free.
thats life, isn’t it?its always bad before its good.thats the test.make it through the bad get rewarded with the good.people seem to see it differently, the good before the bad. they want to neglect what came before the good. they only look at life when the goods gone and the bads bad.
Time when you’re young seems trivial, everyday seems new. As you grow up, the hours feel like minutes and the minutes feel like seconds. Time seems to slip through your fingers, even when you could almost swear your fingers were stuck together. Its’ easy to think of time when you are young as a distant relative that reminds you of things when you’re about to forget all about them, but as you mature, time becomes a more complex relationship all together, a closer friend, or enemy depending on how you see it, or rather how it sees you. You can learn to appreciate the time you have, and look at it as a slow guiding hand towards a distant future. Its interesting to recognize that though you will change, your good friend, or distant relative however you look at it will remain the same. It can make you bitter. One of the most significant lessons I’ve learned is that time changes everything, the way we feel, the idealism we have, even cynicism for some, it changes the way we look, and where we are, and its invaluable. Timing is everything. We aren’t told to appreciate that when we were young, aside from timing your swing and a pitch, or the amount of time it takes you to do something specific. They should tell us most importantly that timing is everything. It can make or break your dreams. A second here a minute there, we sometimes feel like we can be idle without realizing that time skips on by. An idle existence does not make time stop. Time is everything. Its everything you want to forget, and everything you want to hold on to. Its all the adventures you’d like to go on, and all the romantic normalcy you would never like to live without. Its about decisions and moving forward. I can smell the winter get closer and closer with every second of every day, and it makes me hopeful. The air seems lighter in the winter, and time seems to slow down.
I knew it wasn’t real
from the moment I felt it.
Black boots, and a big smile,
You felt it too.
The rain fell hard.
For a solitary moment
In the whole mess of moments
I felt a closeness
A “we’re in this together” connection
It was as if you cared
It was as if it mattered
It was as if it were real
But it wasn’t
A house of cards falls fast
And it falls hard
Like the rain.
Twist the light
That sews your soul together
Move intentionally
Breath with purpose
And move the ocean
That keeps you from
Your paradise
Life and all its beauty
Is what you make of it.
Never forgive
Never forget.
Fool me once
Never again
You learn from a lie
Lie to a friend.
You move like a serpent
You take and don’t give
I’ll hate you forever
As long as I live.
I loved you so tremendously.
I fought with all I had
I tried to take away my past,
Because you told me it was bad.
I am who I am
And I have made up my mind
Your words are selfish
And your manner unkind.
Changing what was
Is a war, I can’t win.
Using all my ammunition,
By land
Or by sea
Will never change
The moments
That have made me, me.
I cannot help you win this
I cannot watch you lose.
Loving myself, my history, my worth
Is all that I can choose
I hope one day, someone you love
Asks you to start a war
That you, your self will never win.
And you’re cast out on the shore.
My sun rises
Your sun sets
I run
You walk
Push-Pull
Always on the other side
It’s a long war
To be paired with someone,
So mistakenly.
