Blank Canvas

I’m trying to figure out where exactly I belong

In this puzzle of confusion

With pieces that don’t fit

And empty holes only caressed by the breeze

I’m silent and hopeful

Loud and regretful

Because I feel like I should be saying so much more

And you’re ultimately missing out on my reality

Which includes only you and I and a journey known to no one

But this us

So lets pretend that the situation wasn’t so complicated

And the darkness was just a shadow over the sun for a moment

I crave you with every fiber of my all

But my outreached hand is only appeased with words of maybes and far off possibilities

Allow me to understand what mystifies and clouds my perception

For my reception seems to have lost any signal of detection

Heartbeats and messy sheets drenched with the moisture of beautifully painful rain

Must I be the victim of this fortress hidden covered and under what I pretend to not be there

Can’t help but notice the shards of disappointment and dissatisfaction that are written on your body

Let me erase and rewrite but everyone knows erasers never get the job completely done

So imma tag me over every inch

With every stroke and color reviving and revitalizing a canvas never meant for just pencil

Deserving of only the most beautiful colors with the most gentle brush

Intricately designing and remodeling that which should have never been touched by the last amateur artist

My Monet style blends and Picasso type sweeping tickles and teases the spots that had been long forgotten by the latter

Clearly my intentions are true and my heart genuine

Understand that I would have never opened my spirit if I was not willing to share it completely

Once again I must then state

I am here…now what are you going to do??

Love Part II

Sometimes you see things from far off in the distance. As in your staring at a collision bound to occur yet the fear and panic of the moment prevents any sudden or preventive movement. Secretly you also anticipate the excitement of what exactly is next and what will be the final scene. This scene is before my eyes and I am looking at myself and this someone else. Colliding into an infatuation without reciprocation yet I cannot stop. My emotions seem to exceed a sound mind and I fall victim to the perils of a pool filled with words that I imagine could be said. After letting what was once an all-encompassing love go, I settle within the midst of a shallow substance--lacking that in which it is named. Substance. How could I really be that into someone that I barely know? Am I really the permeable membrane? Must I continue to occupy my existence with a pretend love to only mask my desire to be swept away in it? Then again, it may be possible that I speak to soon. The idea of there being a possibility to what I have already stamped impossible awaits in the distance. Accepting that I am me, and that love is what I do. How could I belittle my emotions to a simple infatuation when within me lies the complex subjugations of nerves intertwined to culminate something so unique and pure. There is no other love such as mine. Once enveloped, I survive from the spark in your eye and a smile that emits sun-like rays that flow through my spirit. Constricted respiration is only freed when I am near you.

Then again, this is too soon. You know not I, and I only know what you've shown to me. Before I fold back within myself awaiting to be awaken by the scent of another again, I see you. I stare and look within. This not love. Of course it isn't yet. But I understand that to be perfectly okay, because within this fictional body I understand. It is that I am in love with love and thus I survive and thrive. Aren't you happy that you could be the subject of my moment for the moment? Enjoy...