Impromptu

I would like another chance
To tell you what I think.
I know my feelings scare you so,
I wish they wouldn't tho.

To think a monster lurks underneath a bed
Makes more sense than thinking you exist only in my head.

When reality falls away

Ok. I do not project in any way.

But, if I could I think I should like
To not really do any of the things I
Refuse even in my dreams.

So what part of me
still wants a thing it rejects?

I unraveled a riddle that
A vertical sun sang to a cloudy sky.
Why you don't want me
is the answer to everything you need.

This is a reminder

I do not want to forget, although I have not yet done it. I need to write a poem about being a bookmark, or how unrealized intentions are always greater expectations than what we have.

When I love you too much...

The most expensive things cost more.

That sounds dumb
So I need to say it in lovely words.

For love to be worthy of
The end it starts
The plot must struggle.

Love seems impossible.

Unobtainable things always
Lead to miracles.

How to fall in love properly

Ah, to steal away
you must first steal his heart
Do not forget, utmost
to mind the latter part.

For nothing else will stay
If his heart doth go astray.

From my death bed

You're killin' me man!

I would give you anything you need,
but you do not need me yet and I am numb to almost anything or anyone.

My eyes are so fixed on you that I see little else even though I techinically see everything.

I am getting closer.
Every second, I am drawing closer to that dream that never sleeps.
Shallow breathing of slumber cannot hide what you seek to hide.
Sometimes I wonder if hiding was ever intentional at all. It is like hiding under the table in plain sight and no one looks there.

How many fingers are you waving infront of my face? It used to be funny to pretend I saw you, but unlike Indiana Jones, I never made that leap of faith, but won't it suprise you when I grasp your hand. But, that is too forward, just thinking about something else...

My source was trusted entirely, never questioned, but in other matters I was warned never to trust that river of delusional waters.
I supposed my heart has always been quick to embrace fellow delusions.
I even believe that the things I see are what they ought to be, but I really ought to know better.

So, it ends. Not how I imagined, but I must not give the very strength I need to survive.

Man, you're killin' me.

Wait. That was the idea all along, huh?

Benevolence

Be nice

Letters that do not sound right

This is a harmless outlet
And one that will concea
All

(In case you were left wondering, ofcourse I meant to do that)

None

What is it about how you look?
Eye stared at your photo for hours
Now, I see your image everywhere
In everyone

Open up the curtains
Staring into a deep chasm

I strain to see the end of this
There is none.
Only stars have points
And basketball games

I open the window
The door is barred
Sew I drop a button
Listening for an indication of depth

There is none.

No need for further investigation
Opened windows
Never taught as much unless they were
Eyes, and those eyes were yours