Delusional

I was waiting for a train in Grand Cupid Station

When I spotted your profile

You swept the platform right out from under my feet

Gave me no choice but to fall head over heels

 

The clock ticks too close to the hour

I missed my ride home

The clock strikes and I can hear my heartbeat

Reverberating off the cold, distant planets

I wonder if you can hear it

Echoing off of your physique

 

You swept me off my feet

I felt the floor vibrating underneath me

As the train passed me by

“Wait, stop!” I’m still here.

 

All this time we have been waiting

To catch the train but in reality

Our eyes were looking skyward

For the stars to notice us

 

Oh blinking star

Have the skies known all along?

All this time we were waiting for each other

When the crowd subsides I look for you

I see your profile again this time

But you’re in the window of the passing train

Your companion touches your collar

You smile

 

I guess the moon and stars might stray from each other

The passing train drowns my cries

You turn your head and meet my eyes

Could this be a sign?

All this time I was waiting for you and me

 

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I Don’t Know You

I don’t know you

But I know that your toxic tongue

has hurt more than one

I don’t know you

But I know that your words of hate

carry twice their weight

I wish I knew you but now all I know is that

Those you’ve marked as foe and not friend

Walk this life believing that no one sees them

All I know is that

Those you’ve painted with hostility

Should know that they don’t walk alone on their own two feet

I Don’t Know Myself

“Do you know yourself?”

Hard amber eyes meet mine.

Lipstick smeared across full lips

asking me to be honest so don’t lie.

 

“It’s hard to know myself.”

Sometimes feelings of inadequacy surface in my mind

so I burn my bridges before I can cross them

and I forget why I tried.

 

“Why is it hard to know yourself?”

To be honest, I don’t know.

To be fully honest, I am alone

and on my own.

 

I don’t know.

 

Let Dead Dreams Die

On nights like these

do you ever look into the sky?

You try to find me

but you’re not sure why.

 

Do you ever wonder why you look

or care where I hide?

Everywhere you look

I am concealed from your eye.

 

Dear confused soul

why do you scan the skies for me?

I have gone from this place

where I am, I am free.

 

Tonight you examine the starry night

with eyes like the hands of a careful physician.

But I will not be found

among the constellations.

 

Your determination makes me wonder

if you and I

if we ever knew each other

if once upon a time we said “Goodbye?”

 

I see you,

gazing, surveying, staring at the sky.

There is nothing here but a lost dream

that has come here to die.

 

Cast your curious eyes elsewhere, Stranger.

Don’t you examine the skies

for what is left of me.

Don’t you ask me why.

Boy From the Milky Way

You are so much like a star

I coaxed from the sky

with hopes made of hydrogen and helium

burning too faintly in my mind for me to ever understand why.

 

Is it you that I want

for your beautiful mind

or is it something much simpler

something so shallow I don’t dare define?

 

I crave you too much

defeating all reason and logic

mining for gem stones the color of your irises

and seeking sunsets that remind me of your strange magic

 

But were you ever a star

or were you just on fire and falling, calling me pretty

racing through the atmosphere of my dangerous imagination

knocked from your orbit around the Milky Way galaxy

 

Were the two of us together

Simply two lost souls wondering who we were

two mature kids and childish adults trying to find our way

or maybe I was another mortal seeking your immortal cure

 

I might have been

just a pawn in your game of chess

glad to be the streak behind your meteorite

but I wish there could have been something more, I confess

Let Me Be

December means clearing out last year,

making room for the new season as it draws near.

As I lift my broom to sweep away the old,

something quite odd can be seen beneath the mold.

 

I see you rising up from the mat of tangled hair

and dust, cobwebs and ashy air.

You, Ghost, what have you come for?

You belong to the past. Speak no more.

 

You are an artifact

and I made a pact

between my mind and heart to stop calling forth the past

but I know this won’t be the last

 

I hear of you.

 

You only surface in the hours before dawn

reminding me as I sigh, turn, and yawn

of all the things I wish I could forget

of all the things I will always regret.

 

No, don’t tell me to remember to eat

because I wholeheartedly refuse to keep

listening to you, you hornet in my mind,

why won’t you let me leave you behind.

 

You are why I have learned to never trust myself.

For better or worse, for my own health,

I have buried you down so deep,

too far for you to ever leap

 

back into my version of reality.

So do stop trying to find me.