Holy crap, I wrote TWO things today... I don't know if either is good, or if either is finished, but I'm putting them here so I don't lose them. Tell me what you think
It was always my mistake
I saw a beautiful world in you
That I wanted to explore
And you seemed to let me in
But the beauty of the world
Was that only you resided there
My violent intrusion tore it asunder
In my uniquely masculine way
And to remain surrounded by its perfection
You retreated from me
To build another world
A more careful one
Your inner landscape still screams of beauty
But I know better
Than to think I can explore it
So lost in your world
You never saw mine
A hollow imitation of angelic grace
Magnificent towers, built of ash
Dissolving at your careless touch
Or its withdrawal
I've built what I can
But reality red-lights my design
I can not ignore its disharmony
For long enough to build
A beautiful world inside myself
I've always envied your distance
Your unlit, sensible empathy
To see how far away you are
And think you could feel close to me
It was always my mistake
=================
"Laugh", you told me
"Take in the colors of the air,
the song of the breeze,
the majesty of everything that is"
But how can I
when the colors all remind me
of your eyes,
when the air's song is not as sweet as yours,
and all the majesty the world has to offer
could not take my breath away as swiftly or surely as you?
What fool puts his five senses
Above his sense of wonder?
What natural spectacle
could possibly rival you;
your hair across your shoulders,
carelessly precise,
your glance unmaking me
as your poetic soul unmasks me?
All that I ever was
could reflect in your eyes and be lost
Just as I am
Each heartbeat threatens to expose me
Every whisper comes closer to catching your ear
Will you notice that I've fallen?
Would you help me to my feet
to find a place to call my own?
Or would you unknowingly captivate me
as you always have?
Your casual intimacy drawing me deeper,
until I can not see where I have been
There is only you
There is only you
"Love", you told me
"With all your heart
Do not fear for what you will get in return
Abandoning yourself will free you"
But what have I ever loved
more than you?
You know as surely what I do with my heart
as I know where I have laid my glasses
What you possess, you observe
I do not fear that your love will not return
any more than I fear the rising of the sun.
And surely, though I have been abandoned
I am not free
I am an eager prisoner, bound in my own chains
Only I hold the key
And I am swallowing it
Not about anyone or anything in particular. Just feelings I've had