I wrote this when my ex and I decided to take a break. Which ended up permanent.
(No this is not about an E-lationship either. This was my in real life ex girlfriend haha.)
Touch
I try my hardest to press my hands against the screen to your face. I hope you touch back. I hope we stay in touch.
I almost felt you this time, your cheek, through the glass of this monitor. Once a dream felt heart to my chest, now a mere memory while I await.
I apologize for my inconceivable flaws and my irresponsibility to come through and bring concealment from this world.
Blaring what we know through the speaker and hoping we could have that last squall and dance.
Bleeding back and forth what I know into your ears as you listen with hearts content.
I can't fathom my dreams no more, I can't even walk at my own pace without someone carrying me through the fire.
Slam the gavel please? Sentence me. Let me know if this is true heart or true blasphemy.
The house of life shall never be built, and neither and nor the question that would roll off my tongue like ash to the current.
I have heart, thats all I bring to this world. I ain't got much, and I don't have bliss.
For serendipity again, would be a matter of dreaming, as I reach through the glass to touch only cold pixels and not your face.
I hope we touch; I hope we stay in touch.
Meh, one more.
1,000 Miles of Nothing
So here stands nothing, which is so far from something.
"I have really done myself in.", he said, "This is more than just a ride, this is a turnbuckle of truth and irony."
You live for yourself this time, and walking alone only states such a bitter truth in this sphere of God's green earth.
Summer hits for the time of our lives, and the experience and experiments begin in dabbling with the foreign satisfaction of what this earth offers for forms of pleasure.
To begin with, things start off like the succulent nectar of love you get from books and plagiarized poetry that has something underrated from a past author who poured his heart out for a mild understanding of himself.
Kings and queens live like royalty, because they are royalty, but the villagers serve the kings and queens like royalty, because they wish they were part of a higher standard.
I want to be royalty. In your heart, again.
So is watching like a bird from above down on something that seems so distant an ok thing to graze your eyes upon? Seeing how we make ourselves what some call "human", but inside they hold back the truth and never push out answers to what really is in their heart.
"I want a new pair of shoes.", he said, "These ones fit no longer, and carvings of street walking for income is wearing thin into caverns of bare feet."
All I want is to wear yours, just to see how much you really do love me, and how much you really do miss this heart of mine. If it is as much as me, I am sure that I can repair them to fit once again.
I sat near a street side to watch the passing automobiles, just to wonder who is thinking what, and who is hurting who only find that I was hurting myself, inside, and to the core.
I would walk my heart back into my chest and remove it from this resting post where I laid it so long ago, but I can't seem to do it without you.
Slowly take off the bandages, the holes are showing again, just another day I have seen before, just another year like the one we broke in.
Don't forget anything please?
I know you will not, but I have to state it, for my own sanity.
Pleading with God doesn't help as much as the pamphlets say.
