A random book

19. Poetic Trials

I haven't written a poem in so long,
i'm starting to think i should turn them into songs.
What tune? What beat? Would it even be a good song?
My amateur skills have never ceased to fail me so miserably.

This poem is just random, a jumble of words, i'm starting to think that all my reality is absurd.
Curious to the touch, i'm aware of how that sounds; but only of one person, you know how that plays out.

I want to talk about this person but i can't seem to distinguish; Is it reality or fantasy? Coma or memory?

He makes me want to be myself, bad and rebellious; but i have to remember my trying vision for goodness.

Trying to hold back, attempting to crumble down my walls.
I trip over some random thing, yet he randomly appears and breaks my fall.

Trying to be safe, but it's all crumbling down; my mask won't be on for much longer, it's out, and takes him to the ground.

I warned him so many times, with humorous eyes to watch what he does; he pushes my boundaries trying to find out before the mask, who i once was.

I may be dramatic, or traumatic, or maybe sweetly buzzed; but you've never rocked my world so bittersweet to the touch.

I love this, i love you, and i love us so much.