Love & Reality

I didn’t ask for your insight.

I don’t have to kiss you at night.

Try to control me:

Look what happens, just see.

You gave me a blood-red rose.

The reason: who knows?

I am a fighter, but I don’t use my fists.

I use my mind, so be aware of this.

All my songs I write are for you.

You lied to me, but I lied, too.

Truth and honesty have saved us.

You are more than just a crush.

Each song I write, I write for you.

Let’s never “be through.”

You are my anchor, you are my light.

You warn me of lies, my soul to save.

My fear of humanity, and its might,

scare me worse than the night;

the shadows, the noises,

the loneliness, the voices.

Kindness is becoming so rare,

When it exists, everyone stares.

I need to cultivate this inner gem,

Blossom from my sprouting stem.

Don’t water me with your tears.

This plant doesn’t eat salt.

Just like what was thrown in your wound, after you hit the asphalt.

That’s the last time you’ll overwhelm me, or putting your last.

You like to put yourself down,

and I am not okay with that.

This star in the palm of my hand,

reminds me of the ocean, shells and sand. You take your hand and scoop some of the water up;

we take our wine and together we sup.

For we are like an entity, a fixed place in an ever-shifting cosmos.