a series of dead, when intentions burst.

I can't say this to you, but I'm going to say it nonetheless

I went on a "date" tonight...
The advantage of ease, the ability to collide when even the wrong words rhyme, was not present
I am bewildered at the effect it would have on me
It was a moment of realization

You are effortless

Not to say I was unaware
It was an attempt to avoid
The ever present of you and and I being void
In the complications of this
There is no way to to go back
There is no way to reverse
There is no way to ignore
There is no way

It's the inability
It's the paralytic state

How can one pass on this?
It goes against everything I know, feel and have experienced.

If it were not to be,
It wouldn't be so present.

Well I admit to the mistakes.
At least privately, in takes.
There is another one.

And I'd say we'll be okay
But thats a lie, I mean hey
We're all dying young.
It's the only thing I think
When I wake up in my bed,
And my stomach turns
As these pages turn.
Is the world burning?
Is it only in my head?


What reality?
What's reality? 
It's a FUCKING BULLET!

I have no solution
There is no winning side
I am lost to dissolution
But, beyond it all, I cried

I can't change how I feel
Wondering what we might have done instead.
There is no justification to the moral
Nor the movie it played out like a reel
Even if only in my head
It's the greater picture, that inhibits, the picture for all.

I'm battling
Never the thought of doing so
I'm torn
Like a nineties song, grow
In an incapable battle
That would my longing be fatal.