Seriously, this day is just an excuse for society to waste money on bears, and chocolate, and stupid little cute valentine's day cards.
Maybe I'm just pessimistic. Or haven't had a Valentine's in 3 years. Whatever.
A poem...sort of a tribute to the one person I wish would have been here on this day...
You are like a Rubik's cube
Bright colors vibrating off of you
Quickly the eye is attracted, it is curious
But although you are appealing to the eyesight
You are so puzzling to the mind
Only to be stuck with a frustrating array of pigments that speak a language I cannot recognize
A language that whispers secrets of broken pasts and misguided hearts
A language...that is so sweet to the ear you forget it is the devil speaking to you
Trying to lure you in but I am so much stronger than that
The angels have bestowed this great honor of force inside my heart...my mind...and I will not let those sweet whispers creep in and
know my screts
known my thoughts
know my soul
Do you know my soul?
Everytime I try to show you, you pull away
My trust and judgement is tainted with every step you take back
With every word you choose not to say
With every breathe you second guess
I wish was there in all the moment you second guessed yourself
So I can twist and turn those fragments into a new array of pigments
Hopefully resulting in a language that is so much sweeter than the posion that is injected in me everytime I try to get in your head
The posion that seeps through my pores and into my bloodstream
Allowing me to feel the pain you never wish to show me.
I wish I was there in all the moments you wondered if you're not good enough
So I can rearrange the squares in your mind into a box that can hold all the great moments in your life
But that isn't enough
Let me build you a room to hold all the memories you will make
With the one that knows your heart
The one that knows your soul
Let me make you a castle, big enough to hold all the great loves your heart will someday hold
The many heartbreaks you will someday overcome
And create
I wish you could disappear during all the moments I dreamed of you
Because being with you is an illusion compared to the reality of my dreams
The brutality of my dreams
The raw truth my dreams always seem to scream
I always try so hard to open my eyes before it gets too much and my heart is pounding
But always you seem to keep me captivated and strung on during these lucid images that always seem to be on replay
Images of you wanting more, bringing me in, and then...pulling away
This pain is too much for me to bear sometimes
Sometimes...my nightmares seem so childish next to these deams..
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