Hopeless

The way you look at me brings shivers down my spine.

The way you think of me,

Is so wonderfully pure I can barely trust it.

It arises in front of me but I bounce it back, 

Believing it will shed its smirk and show its true colors.

But it never does.

Like the happy eyes of a child,

I know it is true,

And that it resonates within you.

This idea alone shocks me.

In our starless city,

I lay my head down to rest next to yours every night.

Why can’t we all see in ourselves what we so plainly see in others?

But would a decent human have such an ability?

Maybe that is the reason for love.

So your true colors can be appreciated,

And mirrored back to you in an inverse motion,  

In the love of the other.

Freedom,

Freedom is to do what the moment of reality brings you.

I am sad I am leaving,

Only when it comes to you.

But you are not an only in any part or perception of my life.

I am sorry baby,

But this has nothing to do with you.

I know you hear me,

But I don’t think you understand me.

It is not your fault,

I barely understand and it is my own work.

I hope to fulfill your perception of me when I am no longer near.

I hope to uphold the best parts of me and heal the rest.

I truly feel I can only do this in solitarily from my creation,

from every aspect or buffer that has guided me to the creature that lives in my skin.

I hope to cultivate passion and direction, experience and knowledge.

I hope to be smart and safe.

I hope to love and be loved.

I hope to be reckless with only my definitions and not my purity.

I hope to affect and be affected.

I hope to grasp importance before I loose it.

I hope to be hopeless, someday.


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