I write...

I write for the eyes that don't want to read,

and the lips that don't want to speak.

I write for...

the lovers,

the haters,

those who know exactly what they want,

those who don't,

those with a fire in their heart,

those with a passion in their chest,
those who cannot think clearly,
those who think too much,

those who cannot feel because they think,

those who cannot think because they feel,

you,

me,

us,

we,

them,

they,

everyone,

no one,

I write for the masses who read, 

and the masses who cannot,

I write to share my feelings,

and to not share a thing,

I write in obvious tones,

I write in mass subtlety,

I write to share my joy,

I write to mask my pain,

I write to communicate,

I write to say nothing,

I write because if I don't, 

then you wouldn't listen,

I write because if I don't,

then you wouldn't see,

I write because if I don't,

we might not remember,

I write because if I don't,

we surely might forget,

I write for the eyes that don't want to read,

and the lips that don't want to speak,

I write because I have to...

I write because I'm me...

Dig deeper...

There are a million parts of me,

That make up one fallible whole,

From insecurity to vanity,

Each with a purpose, each with a role.

We show the best parts to those we like,

The lesser to those that we truly care about,

The best will speed us up, and make us great,

The lesser will slow us down, and bring to light our doubts.

Our feelings coupled with these facts create one half of us,

The vulnerable and culpable canvas that is half decorated.

To be filled in by another,

To be equivocally reciprocated.

When questioned, the feelings, the truth, they freeze,

Not willing to be broken, not able to be changed

Leading to alternate interpretations,

Interpretations with questionable range.

It is in our persistence, strength and care,

That illuminates the genuine facts,

Which breaks down false portrayals,

And reads through passionless acts.

Remembering it takes courage and faith,

In your research of a million parts,

To find a person’s true meaning,

In their eyes, in their words, and in their hearts.

Yes

From fears of “obsessive”
To becoming impressive
I’ve no idea where you came from

I never intended this,
this tug of war of being exceptional,
for one another

Though I never had intentions,
Only attractions..

A spark in my mind,
A thought,
She’s pretty
She seems sweet

One message, selfless In nature,
became selfish in excitement
who knew…
who knew…

You weren’t supposed to be this,
You weren’t supposed to do this,
yet you are…
yet you did…

Many things I’ve done different,
Not out of necessity…
Not out of adaptability…
Out of comfort…
Happiness…

I’ve changed…
for a better I thought long gone,
You’ve changed,
since we first talked..

This brief past,
incredible present,
uncertain future,
I’ll take it all

I don’t know why…
or how…
I only know what…
that what?
a yes…

What started simple enough,
has become complex,
What started easy,
Has already seen hard times,

Still…
Yes…