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Glaze-eyed, light headed,
forces in my head clash.
Fighting a battle,
the conflict is the type
that marks the researcher’s virgin pages.
Asking, screaming, crying, giving —
each voice demands dominance for where one throne lies.
But each voice sinisterly begs the same question:
“How willing are you to compromise yourself
for the love of someone else?”
The definition of ‘fair’ has been long gone,
as well as the focus of the ‘someone’.
A task to bear
with heavy heart and taxing mind.
Thoughts to stimulate,
answers to seek.
The mind explains:
“This is good for you”.
While the heart protests:
“These emotions, I cannot endure”.
Empty heart.
Hollowed mind.
Familiar feelings far too known,
as they whisper, “I’m home”.
Emotions thought to be quelled
fly past
while I try to grasp
comfort, protection, acceptance.
Alas, I fall short.
Time will heal,
wounds will mend.
But I am lost without him:
my rock, my guide
my best friend.
Trembling fingers and trembling hearts,
my blood races as it starts.
Peer into my eyes.
Know I tell you no lies.
I search unknowingly,
bared in the darkness
struggling for your soul’s key.
While I release me,
the fear develops.
It devours us both:
Piercing my separation.
Provoking your distrust.
I interlock your hand within mine.
All barriers broken,
all questions answered.
Awaiting the adventures…together.
Please forgive me,
for I have fallen short of the duties of friendship.
Allow the future to heal all wounds,
since the remanence of failure
still reeks from my singed my soul.
*scientific name for a Golden poison frog
When you look at me,
I want so bad
to see
what’s suppose to be there:
a twinkle
a smile
happiness.
Instead,
your glossy eyes pierce me.
Like a poisoned arrow
through my soul.
The toxic words
lashed out before me
pace within my veins,
ferment within my mind,
pool within my heart.
The binding contract
now tattered with acidic residue,
spreads through the sky
as though spring is here,
where the sky is eager to greet
the newly escaped butterflies.
A promise made
means a promise given.
But when trust decays,
faith is riven.
There you stand:
prideful.
manipulative.
Here I stand:
stubborn.
naïve.
Both of us tugging
at the end of the rope.
For that’s where the fun lies:
within the game.
Correct?
Me being the prey to catch.
You being the poison I crave.
The illusions and barriers we create
are essentially useless.
For we both know our places.
We now have to face the Roots of Judgment.
Is it right? Is it wrong?
Or rather, Does it feel right? Is this what you want?
\
No matter how many strings
become interlaced in my tangled web of life,
this I know:
You are the raging stream
while I am but another salmon.
I swim against you to meet my impending fate.
But once all is said and done,
I take comfort in knowing
our fates had the ability to be changed.
Though we both did nothing to intervene.
\
I look at the mirror
seeing the naked me.
Flaws intact and shining.
I call out. I plea:
‘Will you accept me?’
My fingers soar over,
finding every imperfection.
A gasp escapes my lips.
A gasp of realization.
that I know nothing of the person
that stands tall in-front of me.
\
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
tell me this but don’t tell them all:
I found him, I found myself.
But how long can you love someone
when they don’t love you back?
As your sweet lips touch mine,
our fingers intertwine.
My pulse races as our eyes meet
and our bodies greet.
\
My mind races
‘Do you love me?’
‘Am I just another?’
My eyes race,
frantic to find an answer.
\
I lock eyes with you,
just as I give up hope.
The corners of your lips turn upward
as your eyes sparkle. like stars in the sky.
\
My eyes tear.
Your answer is clear.
A tear falls as you stroke my cheek.
I want to be the one you seek.
\
Your touch is like summer’s rain.
and i know my love is not in vain.
For when I say ‘You are the only one I claim’,
I know you say the same.
An itomberlin original
I hope you like dancin in the rain.
Cause once our eyes lock, the world will never be the same.I hope you believe in angels.
Cause our fate is interlocked, and in tangles.I hope you’re a gift from the fates.
Cause I’ve burned through calendars, burned through dates.I’ll see you.
Breath catch.
I’ll hug you.
Time stops.
You’ll leave me.
Heart drops.I hope you like dancin in the rain.
sign of weakness to some,
vent for others.
Tears show pain,
fear,
sadness,
happiness,
despair.
In the mirror,
staring back,
is the fool once known.
The one who’s pride
overruled the land.
The one who’s depression
left him asking for the sweet kiss of death.
The one who’s heart
could love until it hurt.
The one who’s brain
realized what a fool he was.
Let me alone,
give me air,
hug me tight,
actually care.
Scars on a heart define who we are.
Tears on a face show our vulnerability.
Clamped fists symbolize the anger within.
Eyes show the trials and tribulations of a soul.
an itomberlin original
