Logic Vs.

I don’t know my place in this
How can I do my part
When every step I take makes you wish
I weren’t such a bleeding heart.

Reliant

I know that you don’t understand
I’m not sure I do, myself
You carry like a burning brand
The things we can’t go without
And it never is enough for us
There are things we cannot do
That some part inside knows we must
And instead, there’s always you
To fill in that half-empty cup
Oh, what a twisted one to blame
But underneath, we’re twisted up
It’s our impetus and shame.

Weather Alert

Why are you a storm,
And I am only me?
I did not always feel the need to run
At the threat of your company.

Now I find high ground;
Now I seek for shelter.
Did I change from who I was?
Are you just trying to find her?

Or is it you that’s different,
And a bunker’s only just?
It is wrong to wish a tornado
Would turn back to a pleasant gust?

Self-Imposed Trauma

I freespin every time I hear your voice
The oceans well up in my eyes
What wonderful hypocrisy
From one who never even tries

Reactionary Judgement

Daily writing prompt

Are you a good judge of character?

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Some see a single side of me
Cynical and cold
Others see naivety
When everything is told

What I see in others
Is what they see in me
Hate, and I will hate you
Love, and we shall see.

More or Less

I know after every interaction
The need to be more or less myself
And yet after every interaction
I can’t decide which goes up on the shelf.

Between Two Worlds

I’ve one foot in the Elsewhere
One foot in the Barely Here
I know one is empty, one is full
Which is which is never clear at all.

Influence

Where are you now?
Having the time of your life
Driving it into the ground?
Or perhaps you’re doing something
Of which you’re truly proud.
I no longer know the difference,
Or if you see it yourself;
All you’ve told are lies,
And I don’t know how to tell
Where you exist, or if,
Underneath the echo
Of people I’m half inclined to show to hell.

Routine

Every day is the same cycle
Hope and deep despair
The ocean’s violent lull
Ever shifting, ever there

I wake up in the morning
Barely making it from bed
The sun has done its heavy lifting
It slowly goes to join the dead

The moon comes out to play
And I’m almost alive again
I swear the next will be the day
For all I should’ve done back when

Then I go to sleep
And spend some hours with my dreams
Only to rise reluctant from the deep
To a reality as empty as it seems.

Tyrant

I want to throw every letter
I want to rip every word to shreds
I don’t want to be spoken to
I don’t want to be alone
All I see is red

I know I should be better
I know I shouldn’t leave my heart to lead here
I know my first instinct
When someone reaches out
Shouldn’t be a broken finger

But here I am again
Drawing lines a little closer
To protect a shrinking bubble
To silence the dissonance
Prep the guns and fire every mortar

I never meant to be like this
But I suppose no one ever did
I never know
How to let it go
In the end I’m just a kid.