fighting the feeling

lighthearted
superficial
all it is to you
all it was to me

silly
mocking games
imitated laughter

truly though
could there be more

beyond these whimsical words
and frothy phrases
i sense a streaming undercurrent
of what could be

it's what i felt last night
with you
beside
me

a single plea

on stage
you present this quiet synthetic
emotion to the masses
leaving none for yourself

occasionally the blissfully
ignorant conversation with the unwise
can root you in reality

come down from
this forsaken pedestal
you give yourself to them
and yet they know not

come speak with me

agony

you're pulling me back to this again
kicking and screaming
i sob over this beloved
agony

don't make me go back
don't make me go


i didn't mean to blame you
you blamed yourself
this is not where i wanted to be
don't make me leave

the is the dreaded agony

the significant touch of tomorrow

i must be waiting
because not much has happened yet
this acoustic symphony
soothes my soul
close your eyes
and breathe
i will be
we will be
after this night of stars and satellites
the dulled hues of sunrise
blaze with blistering dexterity
our fingertips collide
this burning is sweet
the emptiness is beyond satisfying
this whisper is forever