Sinkholes

Sunk low,

In a trench that you have difficulty pulling yourself out of,

Feeling down about whatever, whenever,

Wondering what it is you're doing,

And how you'll be doing it.

You sing sad songs,

You carry yourself along,

Cold feelings follow you wherever you go.

Maybe your tunes have something to do with it.

To express interest

Slowing down,

And actually paying attention.

Taking time,

To forgive but not forget.

I don't have the energy anymore for this.

And I wish that neither did you.

Nonpermanent Residence

Evidently irrelevant,

From the bottom of my aching soul,

I return home to a cold bed,

A place I left a long time ago.

A capsule of times,

Better left uncovered,

Undiscovered,

Like melted snow under our feet.

I can feel it slipping away.

Who's broken heart?

Challenger,

Destroyer,

Winner, but not really.

There is nowhere safe for someone with no friends,

And I'm afraid that's you.

You won the fight to keep everything,

Except the ones you love.

Those you left behind,

With the rest of your life,

Or at least the parts that really mean anything.

Seeing the sad side of any given situation

How long do I have to love you,

How long will it take for me to get over you,

I want to not be here, even though

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not following any plan,

But still you're moving too fast,

further away, so sure of what you're doing,

And I am watching from a safe distance, afraid of getting dragged along.

How wrong am I to love you?

Everything seems obvious, but I keep wanting you,

Even though everything says not to.

I'm stuck whether I try or not,

This is how it has to be.

Guilty with myself

The best I can do is live with myself,

It's not forgiveness,

Wasting away under the shadow of guilt,

Do I ever look at myself with unaltered eyes?

The years go on, days dragging away,

I'm not changing,

Making the same mistakes that eat at me,

I've never really learned to accept myself.

Coming home

My love is like a boomerang,

I've thrown it out a long time ago and I'm waiting for it to come back to me.

I can't sleep at night,

I'm missing an important part,

The better half of me.

But I'm tired,

So come back,

You've been on your adventures for too long,

I can't keep defending you while you're away.

You're not a child anymore,

No more birthday cake to celebrate getting old,

Soon I'll be old with nothing but my aching soul-

He sleeps alone tonight

In this house,

Empty,

He feels the upset faces staring down at him.

In his dreams,

Fulfilling,

He is filled with warmth.

On that bed,

Miserable at best,

When he awakes,

Feeling cold and invisible,

He never wants to wake up.

Philosophy is man expressing curiosity

Our experiences are me expressing my love for the world,

Trying to make sense of everything,

Trying to make sense of our love,

Understanding on a basic level,

Even if I appear to be unsure of everything all the time.

Burned flames should never reignite

So I keep you away,

To keep the nightmares out,

Take me away from this fear;

So afraid of being left alone with you.

It's not cowardice,

But strength,

My inability to be shook,

Understanding that you never wanted to play nice.

If love is a game,

You thought you were the victor,

And you played me as such.

But I quit, you can't have your victory anymore.