The city teaches shallow. If only I was as gorgeous as it, then people would love me. They would love me not for what I am, but they would love me for what I am worth. They would love me for the the things I own. They would love me for how I look. They wouldn’t love the deep depths of me I carry around on a daily basis. They wouldn’t love me for the battles in my head I have countlessly won day after day. They would love the surface. To them that is enough, to them they would die for that. The city doesn’t cheat artificial validation, but it does give glimpses of hope. Maybe if we swam to the center and understood the intentions of the foundation it was built on. Maybe if we looked at the ideas behind the madness and unmasked the core. Maybe too, we will glow like the city. We will stand out and reflect rays of sunshine the way the glass buildings do so on a breezy summer night. Maybe letting go is all we need. Maybe internal reflection is the key. Maybe dreams do come true. In the city I know they do.
It’s fine, I never needed them anyway can only take you so far its best to put down that drink and remove yourself from the bar.
It’s only a matter of time til your pride runs out of stamina and your ego hits a wall, when the day is said and done it is up to your heart to be the one to call.
Although they weren’t always fair, they were always there.
The things they did were not okay but they still were there to say hello how was your day?
Running to peace, you went the wrong way. Unlimited attempts to keep painful thoughts at bay.
You were avoidant, you put on a front, you made excuses, you weren’t upfront.
You were in an uncontrolled spiral, looking for home base. It took you years and years to decide you wanted to go the right way.
Thoughts grew darker, heart grew sharper, everything you thought you were no longer defined you, god by you side, you no longer hide, it has always been you two, together you will surrender to the heavens above and allow forgiveness to smother you with love.
Unfaithful kings and broken wings, I search for you to see the brighter things, cherish me in the crispiest cold springs, until love is served from what the sun brings, and men propose to angels with the prettiest rings.
Dirty influences and a bottle of wine. Hard to keep you out of my mind, I still fall asleep. You couldn’t afford sobriety, addictions made you broke. Take what you need, I’m steady, take what you want, I’m golden. Convincing myself til night rolls around and the dusk offers loneliness. The sun gone, I stay lit, a bright candle. You use me to read, to learn, I guide you relentlessly, I almost forget to guide myself. A codependent light can only go so far until the light centers itself back on its source and regains its virility. Like an island filled with brush, I center myself from all lacking energies. My independency becomes your grounding, I hope you grow, I hope you dream, I hope you learn. Bask yourself in ambition, be my twin, grow next to me. I want to see you dance, like the last flower in the field, roots too strong to decay, forever standing sturdy. You will be the lesson for the next, a key for the broken door, opening the fences in minds that have kept their truest selves hidden from the light. You will transform the world, I will give you the energy!
5 times out of 10 I dream of a memory with you. The other half I wonder, in efforts to get back to the fantasy. A perfected plan for perfection, take me back to nostalgia. Copy and paste my past memories to my present state and carry it into my future until all of it is smothered and decorated with the purest form of love. When all is achieved, I will be, we will all be.
The city lies comfortably congested on the pre winter evening. They thought they were sprinting to their destiny but they instead were running from their past. Amidst it all, cars drive, unknowing of their destination. People walk, confused intentions from the wrong source. Will today be better than the last or will it be a repeat of what tomorrow is going to be? Some things are better unknown, but a journey is better on repeat. A repeat of love and a continuous flow of hope and faith hiding in the cracks between the buildings and the pavement in the city streets. We think we are looking but instead we mimic the city sunset, trying out best to stay lit as we unconsciously hide behind buildings. A shadow of what seems to be never ending casts over, will we shine longer tomorrow? Will we have it in us to guide the way? The city lies comfortably congested on the pre winter evening. They thought they were sprinting to their destiny but they instead were running from their past.
Horror movies and Bluetooth, we used to ride all night, to the vibes of a night summer breeze and a twinkle in our eyes. You joked with me and made fun of me, I called you names in attempt to vibe with you. Our only way of showing love, our systems faltered. Unconditional love was that of a mystery. A mystery we couldn’t figure out. I know if you could take it all back you would look beyond that mystery and show all the unconditional love you had. You would tell me your darkest times and tell me where your light resides. For you are open now, you found yourself, you are complete.