I don't mind,
But my heart does.

I am lonely in my aching soul.
Smelling water to create soil,
I'm all together alone,
I am hand in my hand,
We only see by ourselves.
I've been breathing intentionally,
Encroaching safety.

I do my best to breathe,
But that doesn't relieve going to work,
returning, believing as though
There is only debt to sunrise.

I do my best to breathe,
But we only breathe by ourselves.
Someone saw an oasis in my eyes,
Believing it was justified.

I met a kind woman in the elevator.
She reminded me I wish to be kind, too
But that did not save me from my shadows.

She remembered me,
An identity I desired.
But friend, don't tell a soul,

I smile when I'm scared.

You've rationalized,
You've learnt to care specifically,
So a perfective will will not define you.
You've
tried to understand the pain,
tried to love it,

You and I always remember, that
Fear is feared,
It is fed, but starving
IE
It is always hungry and wanting.

One tries to enjoy fear.
One tries to fall in joy.
But, embracement finds eerily,
One detests hurting,
Though one can forgive incontentments,
Agreeing the mind to liberate
The natural rights of suffering.

You detest hurting and
You know needles don't,
But you're still afraid
Head bat away.
One tries to love fear,
But eternity is hungry for us.
I don't know if this is a typical blood donation,
Or if the if of me shriveling,
How can I love being separate from comfort?

My lens has seared my soul,
My lens is seared by solve the debate,
A photonic vertex with biased hues,
In a language I've found foreign.
As easily as a door opens,
I'm afraid you've known me for 1,000 years,
Before I've seen myself.
I don't know who you are,
Composer of scriptures beneath my skin,
But I have thought so very hard
To remember you,
Recall what you wanted.

Dumb squirrels loose nuts in the Winter,
We lose ourselves always hoping to
But never being what we are.

We curse the divine for folding every card,
To to stop to try to try to be
More natural in time's consequences
Is scoffing the natural ways
That gave written your heartfelt memories.

With nine blue marbles,
Ought we to have one red pupil. For
Pain isn't what it seems,
How blessed one is to know pain,
I am because of pain.

We've closed our eyes,
For the wrong moments at the right times,
For a correct reason in the wrong reasoning,
We've been blissfully forgetful of moments
Where pain was
hurtful, kind,
Forgiving.

You've munched celery, while
pondering miseries of a lost feast,
Though perhaps we are not insatiable.

Welding a leaking sink with wax,
You neglect a fact that,
You are never truly living
When you hide the tears,
Even though you let yourself believe.
But, it all falls apart,
doesn't it?

Albeit,
Both doubly whole, we wield nothing
Beyond our pieces.

You may not be alright
If that's okay, you'll be okay,
If you're okay, you'll be just fine

Loving justifiably,
Amends made with the dues
To live as we are alive,
To know our tear ducts and heart release in simultaneity,
And so it is biasedly bad to prepare not to cry in life's inevitable consequences.

The proverbial sun of debt.
A fear we are vampiric bodies,
Eclipsing the taste of daylight,
Would you prefer to live in the dim light?
Or may a sunburn be enough
To feel the good way?