These tears...

These tears I cry
For all the times I try
Cover myself in reticence
These tears I cry
They are mine
And mine alone they will be.

This ache I feel,
This pain deep inside me,
For all the times I have tried to contain,
Is mine and mine alone it will be.

So you think you can still be
An inseparable part of me
You think you can hold me
And share this weight with me
You think you can be there
‘Be there’ or ‘Be here’ for me
Where is here?
Where is there?
It is not where I am for sure
Are you sure you are still going to be
An inseparable part of me…?

21 bucks.

“The money is yours” He said
Your damn right its mine I thought,
He held them out for me to take,
Many a reason I sought,
To explain….

“It’s not mine” I said,
I’m not here to take,
That which is not mine
I’d feel awful if I did,
No, don’t give it to me..

“No, It’s yours” He said
Without a flicker of his eyes
He almost looked like he had no clue,
But it doesn’t hide his masochistic ties,
Or his world of lies.

He puts it in my pocket,
As I get up to leave once again,
I wish I didn’t have to,
I wish it wasn’t this way
I wish I didn’t have to,

But, it’s true,
It’s almost Monday again,
I have to go back to being me
He is already elsewhere,
Two separate lives again.

Would this be more....????

Would this be more than,
Glances thrown at each other,
With many implications,
This would be more than,
A racing heart beat,
When in eye contact with each other.

Would this be more than,
The countless hours of desperate anticipation,
The concoction of images of the what ifs and maybes,
More than time spent in reticence,
When faced with little abandonments

Would this be more than
The countless hours of apparent conversation,
Juggling around with ambiguous words;
Would this be more than,
The creation of colored picturesque mirages.

Would this be more than,
Another one of those feel good connections,
More than many unfulfilling momentary highs
More than just a temporary tenant
In an already crowded room.

Would this mean more than,
Skipping a heart beat,
When accidentally touched
More than patiently plotting ;
And guiding movements for it to happen again

Would this be more than being,
Largely intrigued by a possibility
Would this be more…………
A figment of my imagination?

Cold Water...

Cold water;
Awakens my senses with its stings,
I close my eyes and inhale,
breathe in as much as I can,
The air fills my senses.

Cold water;
I am liberated, I have spoken
This constant flow redeems me

I feel the current as I walk further
It calls out to me,
I can hear the faint rapture,
I am drawn towards a force I can’t see,

I look around me,
I see no origin to this strange calling,
The distant song leads me on
My feet lead me toward this solitary tune

My feet glide through the water,
With no respect the flow,
Without falter despite the unevenness,
Without any fear,

The rays of light shine through
Shine through the branches overhead,
The water sparkles with life,
Serenity fills the air around,

Water fills my senses,
My sense of self is lost,
The ripples that surround
Embrace me,

Cold water;
I am liberated, I have spoken,
The weightlessness lifts my soul….