You ask what it seems
I have in my dreams,
if we would discuss
you, me, and us.
I dream of being able to,
in all ways, impress you
and full-on woo you
and with joy and laughter pursue you.
But if you say “no”,
and give into fear,
I’ll awaken real slow,
or slip into a nightmare.
For living out full-blown, wondrous dreams
is often much harder than it seems.
Why do I worry/
about others’ lives? I have/
my own life to live.
When you say goodbye,/
finally, although it first/
hurts, it’s a relief./
Self preservation,/
at some point, means you protect/
your heart. Cry goodbye.
Ambiguity /
is all around me. Do I/
see my reflections?
OR
Ambiguity /
is all around me. Are those/
reflections I see?
The wait for answers/
sometimes hurts much worse than just/
getting the truth out.
If she only brings/
you gloom and heartache thinking/
of her, you should stop.
I never could be/
who I am with you because/
you didn’t want me.
When you want something,/
sometimes time, space and distance/
should not matter much.
“Fantastic!” she said./
I thought I was. I could grow/
a beard to be more.