Apathy.

It's much too soon
For me to be feeling this way
About you.
And I'm not talking about
The overwhelming way our minds
And bodies
Seem to connect as if
Soulmates were real.

I'm talking about
How I'm starting to care less,
Every time I have to forgive you more.

Bittersweet.

Being in love with you is like
Watching the sunset on a Sunday evening,
And admiring the beauty of the hues
Of purple and pink.
Yet your heart aches
As the sun sinks lower,
Because you know that
Something that beautiful never really lasts.

Chronological.

I know I was too late
To be your first,
But may I please
Be your last?

Crack.

Eggshells
Are always
S p r a w l e d
Beneath my soles,
But I've grown tense
With the anxiety and overwhelming fear
Of breaking the fragility.

It is exhaustive to have your own
h a p p i n e s s
Dictated and controlled by the
Happiness
Of someone else,

To have your freedom
Only earned
When you make
The right moves
Or say
The right words.

Unconditional.

She loved him the way spring loved winter,
Filling in his barren spots,
With seeds of roses and other flowers,
Her warmth caressing away his frost.

She forgave him every time he destroyed her flowers,
At first she was distraught by the pain,
But with every single passing hour,
She promised to plant them all again.

Utopia.

I wish I could build a wall around us,
To shield us from the chaos.
We could build a blanket fortress,
And use pillows to dampen the noise
Of the irrelevant words that do nothing
But harm us
And stop us
From being what we could potentially become.
Against the storms and blizzards
That whip and tear at our dome,
We will create fire through love and passion,
And make that fort our home.

Perspective.

I wish I could see
What you see in me,
So that I can understand
Why you're choosing to stay
With someone that is broken
In so many ways.