This hell isn't your own

When you say you won't forget me,
I can tell you that that's untrue.
Because every day since you've left me,
I've thought less and less of you.

And though our bodies are close to one another,
Our hearts are far apart.
Sit tight and listen close,
The ride is about to begin.

Now that the games are over,
The story actually starts to unfold.
And while you thought you were the main character,
The truth will now be told.

Trusting and not believing

Because we are bored of our ordinary lives,
Consistently thinking of new ways to entertain ourselves,
Isn't it fucking liberating?

Aren't you ashamed to think that we believed there was nothing more to life than death?
Yet how strange it is to be anything at all,
In the eyes of those who deceived you,
Should you care at all?

Have you heard of that new band,
The one I didn't tell you about,
But how I'd expected you to read my mind,
Funny joke,
Our relationship is guessing games,
And I'm not the luckiest player of these luck-based games.

How strange it is

To be anything at all without doubt,
Without fear,
Because of how certain we may be,
Of things that are yet to be.

If you didn't even listen,
Not because you wanted to but because you couldn't,
I wouldn't blame you.

As long as you went forth unafraid,
With the stride of eventful vindication,
All intents and purposes,
I would be happy for you.

And had she known what it would take to throw me out,
It's good that she's decided not to let me back in,
Because I would just turn her away,
My own mother.

So here we come,
The chicken denying the egg it came from,
Existing without an egg;
Consumed by the fear that it may be inevitable.

Shooting 33mm film

No matter how many takes it takes,
The feelings were the same every time and I couldn't help but wonder,
Did I want it to take however many takes it took,
Or did you take what you could,
Because I was willing to let you re-take it time and time again.

Robbers of things that have no value

So it's probably best we both forget,
before we dwell on the bad things,
because that's not what I want,
but it is what was in the safe when I opened it-
The safe hidden away in your heart.

We keep our files clenched so tight in our fists,
because they're not just secrets.
They're Our secrets.
And we are possessive creatures,
full of humility,
full of doubt.

But what would we be without a little bit of faith?
I was born to endure this kind of drift,
even if I wasn't exactly blessed with patience.
I'm not holding back,
it's just strength that I lack,
the strength to pass through this storm without jealousy.

No punctuation dance

Lets dance

As If it were easy for me
Maybe lead me
So that I may learn
Gracefully

Let me work
At being better
Because its all a matter of memorization

Spinning
From moving so fast
Lets just talk about the steps

Before he fell asleep

He dreamed a wonderful dream.
And the sleep was no longer as enjoyable.

Because he knew that when he awoke in the morning,
There would be no recollection of the thoughts he had before he fell asleep.

He enjoyed the chase,
The forgettable moments that would go on to live with his heart forever.

His life to others was a waking dream,
Perfect and unimaginable,

But to him very manageable,
Until he fell in love.

Because not passion,
Not that mere infatuation,

Love.
Feelings unportrayed,

Because he could not share his dream with someone who may have understood him.
Because it was the tale of his life,

Waking memories in a wandering state,
Right before the moment of silent sleep,

Knowing that he'll forget how to express these feelings in the morning.

Masked wanderer

Sitting,
Fooating,
Laying,
Drifting,
Resting,
Wandering,
I am on an iceberg,
Alone.

Why nobody comes to rescue me,
I don't know.

Maybe because I don't need saving,
I am meant to be here,
Like this,
Alone.

But I wouldn't wholeheartedly agree.
A friend would be nice,
Or better yet, someone who knows me.
Because what's better than our arguments,
To help pass the time?

In one fell swoop

I cut off the heads of those who opposed me,
I was the king of several kingdoms,
And no one stood to oppose me.

However,
As an observer to the great atrocities,
I saw that I brought sadness to my people.

Because I wasn't meant to be loved,
But hated.
And I could do great things like that.

Hardly a day for misfortune

Spirits as high as the sun in the sky,
Feet planted firmly on the ground like the head on my shoulders,
Ready to take what's coming at me.

Except for one thing,
Which seems to be everything,
And unable to accept that,
Because I probably deserved it.

It's hard to match,
Nothing comes close to equal,
And maybe the opinions of others don't change,
Because their opinions still ring true like the words they said to you,
All those years ago.

So this is hardly a day for misfortune,
But this day many years ago,
Was a day for second guessing and doubtful minds,
Without as much as a thought of wishful thinking.

I am glad I am here today to be another beautiful human being in the big machine,
But maybe I don't deserve to be, this could have ended so many years ago.

I should apologize, but I cannot.

For I am a prideful creature,
Destined to offend,
Worried that I will,
But seemingly unconcerned;
This must be why you think so poorly of me.

Hardly a character suffering from misfortune,
There would be plenty of adjectives to describe me in a story,
Maybe none as pleasant as mine for you,
But said warmly;
A mutual hostility. An oxymoron?

Born privileged and into faith,
But grown out of it from trials of broken hearts,
There would be nothing more appropriate
Than to sit him down and have a nice long chat;
Even if that's not something he's good at doing.

Because he's stuck in a world of third person,
Looking down at himself even if it doesn't look like it to you.

You say he's overly cautious, maybe.
Or just an asshole at times.

He probably just over-thinks things.