Midnight Moonlight

love me for who i am not

You always try to hide the pain;

I've been feeling

Chained to my emotions.

There's nothing to gain,

But I can't let it go.

My days are drained

Thinking about you.

I'd dial your number,

Feel your words

Fill me with warmth.

I often dread

Starting all over again;

My emotions spread too quickly.

I'll strain a muscle

Inside my heart.

Let's take a train

Where it feels like home;

Get away from all the stains,

From all the cuts

Left on our veins.

Let me feel sane;

Find peace with you

Within this plane of existence

Whether or not it's all in vain.

The concept isn't obscure.

There's nothing that can cure the past,

But there's something I know for sure,

It's that you make me feel secure.

The art that I verse

Is a blessing and a curse;

In reality,

I feel coerced.

It's only been getting worse.

I could rehearse my words

An infinite amount of times,

Say them in reverse,

But whether or not

I shout them into the universe,

It doesn't feel like you're listening.

You don't believe

I would swim across the sea,

Plant a thousand trees,

If you would agree

To hold the key

To the love

That's contained inside me.

I'd walk a thousand miles;

Stand in front of a trial.

I'd never admit to any of your crimes.

They could lock me away,

I'd escape just to see your smile;

To see you walk down the aisle.

There's so much I would do

To be able to grow old with you.

It's always been hard to heal;

It seems like a chore.

You sometimes wish

Someone could just pour

You a glass full of love.

Someone who you can adore.

The core inside me

Often feels sore

When I think about you.

There's a war inside my head;

No one wins when there's a loss

For someone you care for.

It doesn't help

When you just ignore it all;

Tuck it away behind closed doors.

There's not enough air

Inside my lungs

To be able to breathe.

My love is unsung;

We're so young,

But we make selfish decisions.

We don't have the vision

Or the supervision

To envision

A future with enough precision

To make sure there's no collision.

Sometimes there's indecision;

We make the wrong incision

Only to come to an admission

That there was an omission made.

Thoughts sometimes spiral;

A storm inside the cognition

That leads to unfavorable conditions.

Only there's no right transition.

My feelings are in remission;

There's no technician,

No clinician

That can prescribe me a solution

To help the dissolution of the pain

That resides inside my brain,

Perhaps the prosecution of my actions;

The execution of my being

Is the only solution.

A love once an ideal;

Where there's hope for a better resolution.

In a place where it feels surreal,

Hold my hand,

There's a place where we can heal.