a poem about want, heartache, pain, and well... just life. |
Be Still I know I shouldn't think about you, What am I doing? You will never be more than a friend, but why do I keep dreaming? I kick myself to cease this madness, I can't keep doing this, my life's already a mess, But my mind still contemplates your kiss. You're nothing but a showoff, a girls' worst nightmare. You got the looks... you know it, you like it when they stare. I don't want to walk down That road, even if I could, I don't want to subject myself to the insecurity, But... I know... I probably would. That's what scares me the most, my lack of self-control. I could easily lose myself in you, But that's a place I can not go. Sometimes I find myself crying..no reason at all, That's when I know how bad I really am, I let the tears fall, No use hiding behind my disintegrating dam. I don't think I have much more to give, my heart is practically dissolved. All the pain that's held within, has left hardly a morsel at all. I know myself more when I see less, I have tried to keep the courage alive, sometimes I wonder why there's so much pain? Because... my world has suddenly died. It hurts.. Too much to acknowledge. Struggling to make it, but I don't think I will, as though darkness and pain collide, Black hole, that is my heart... Be still. |