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When the storm in my head has passed

And you sent songs instead of talking

We were both left in the rain

We were the ones who got wet 

that Bob Dylan talked about

I know that everything in life is temporary

I grew up with Camus and Nietzsche

And that nothingness gave me hope

I know that everything cannot be known

But I can only bear the uncertainty of God

As feelings pass, so does pain

And happiness passes

Some might say, like Schopenhauer

“Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.”

Sweetheart

Life isn't black and white

More like grey and rainbow

Feelings aren't always red and blue

Sometimes it's pale purple

I want you but I know the mountain between us 

  won't be climbed right now

I miss you but I don't want to make it harder than it already is

I also know that our tendency to stay on the edge is only in our heads 

and we can't get to the middle unless someone holds our hands

We are both halves and two halves don't make a whole

Two wholes should make a whole

For our hunger to truly be full

I know you don't want poetry

I know you don't want to hear me

I also know that my words sometimes feel like we're at war in Constantinople

I'm at war with myself

You forgot that I was looking for *peace when you first painted me blue

you forgot my *golden days with you,

that I wouldn't want heaven without you

rather hell with you

You forgot that my guitar always screams in C and G when it plays for you

They're the most joyful chords in my mind

I want you

But

Forgetting is not a choice now but a necessity

And I will hope that there is someone who will kiss the storm in your heart

Even if I don't want to.

It's not a choice but a necessity

Because I can't reach you

You don't throw me the rope either

Two halves don't make a whole

Because there is already a visible cut separating them