Little Things in Life

Understood

It's not your words that hurt me most,

It's the thoughts that contradict it.

You whisper that you'll always keep me close,

I think you want to diminish the flame you lit.

Our toes reach only the drop's coast,

The echoes of your love dropping into the pit.

I'll look into those beautiful eyes,

Reflecting those of a pessimist.

Your kiss sends clouds that rain lies,

And I stumble as I hear the crack of the fist.

The dark cloak cutting any of our ties,

And farther away from you I drift.

It hurts that I can't rekindle that fire,

that I can't come to terms with Trust.

And in some situations so dire,

It's all I can do to stop my thrust;

Empower you with my feelings for you to inquire.

I don't want our love to break to dust,

But my silence makes you go anyway; liar.

And dearest, I have never loved one more,

But how can I love when I don't understand how to?

I don't want to burden you with the sudden pour,

Of my thoughts and emotions gone askew.

My heart aches of being so sore,

But maybe we can fix my broken parts with some glue.

I talk to myself when you fall asleep,

Trying to form comprehensible words for you.

But exhaustion takes the string that it must reap,

And I'm left with a knotted soul that the fatigue imbued.

Make you understand the things I keep,

But once again I'll fail to say and it'll just be deja vu.

For upon a star's dying wish,

This is all I want.

To be understood.