Crippled Dying Fawn

A Poem by night/light

meh

you try to say we're all the same
yet you treat love like it's nothing else
you treat love so different, sometimes

fleeting, sailing away, far from definition
love, just like all the rest, you don't want to mean anything
but the truth, comfortable and warm
beyond what we had thought

because it's only a word, something logical, used to describe

something that's..
so, oddly familiar
and you're not far away
you know that you're the same
i refuse to let you go
beauty
something that never changes
if you ignore the strangeness
cause you know with a glance
it could all disappear

i thought that i could stay
to think i would remain
but not like i do now
dont ever think id know

but it was right infront of your eyes
how could this happen?

knowledge tearing away
tearing apart what was
gone

you don't want to understand it
you just want something that you can make yours
to feel comfortable with the never ending hole
your hollow insides sing
definding, defining
nothing, again

i think it depends
on your willingness to accept in your heart
this little
tiny spark
to brighten
up the dark
maybe we could
understand more
if we let ourselves go
search all night long, to be
replaced with something more
i think we're trying to be
something that they see
maybe a little too hard

trust me
you'll see

another
book to be read
like the outsides designed

to push you
away
away

away

a way
to confine it
a way away
from the heart inside it
be brave, be brave
know that your insides right
dont just stay comfortable now
fight for the answers
to impress
the empress
just wants to please her guests
and im making a mess again
woah, oh no...oh..

maybe its why she loved me
to bad i try to change it
to bad i try to change this
every day
i can't look to the corners
without seeing some shadows
a curse that i cannot delay
things cannot replace
but its funny, true meaning
the law of opposites
just so you know
what it is like
outside

take look inside..

since you're all
doctors

those aren't tears your crying..
its just the love your not denying
my natures not
something
you can fix
with

some fake
laughter
...

"maybe we're really just as sad
as our reflections"
or my nervous smile

sighed the shattered
mirror
each sharp
movement

no longer cold
but close

in on each
other

"maybe could be alone"
both breathing hard

could be a miss
communication
i think
we're soon
going to get it
perfect
romance
that i will create
surrounded in surprising warmth
all around the surreal vision
as the darkness climbs in
a sigh of relief
laying on the ground
no longer misunderstood
accepted
by youths
death love
im not living for you
anymore
a fantasy
never-
ending