Thursday, July 2, 2015

A Poem that Turns into Rambling

The past falls back and my eyes, they sigh
Your eyes turn stone cold as I pass you by
As the cold tumbles through both our neighborhoods
My head can't stumble through bad to good
With confrontation comes loss and my face loses pace
With my thoughts
and I'm gone
Yeah I'm out of this place
What is Home?
What is here?
This ain't love,
it's just fear
And my tether keeps me grounded
but this ground isn't real.
Sit tight.
Just smile.
Fake it to make it
was happiness lost
in this cloud of what
could never be called thought.

As per usual I see what could not be seen
for control, for discipline,
I have it in these
Brief flashes that I call lucidity
And I am ignorant in all ways but one
The way of my Self, the way of my own

I am myself and I'd seek to understand
if only understanding weren't so easy to fall under and into

Were I truly alone, I could know the world truly
But I can't
And I see
through your eyes as well

I see through the eyes of others, and I dare not look into those eyes lest I lose myself

For here I am, craving to lose myself in your touch, craving you to touch me

I am afraid.

Afraid to let myself have your world.
Is it of my own?

Afraid of what I am when I let myself have you.

I don't want to lose me.
You don't want me to lose me.
I don't want to lose you.
I don't want to lose myself to you.

Can I have you and still have me?