The lights from the city reflect against the night sky,
Making the stars invisible to see.

They are awaiting my arrival.
They are waiting for their dream.

My face, my glory, my imperfections so obvious.
I bleed the very ambiguity that you wish you could muster.

Yet, I'm still left in wonder.

Questions unraveling my frustrations.
My determination sliced by failures.

Your hand is waiting in winter.
It's apparent, I hate the snow.

The summer breeze is what pleases me.
Going back to when your face first held my mind captive.

I could play your words over and over inside my head.
Holding on to the tempo, the beauty, and the depth.

Oh what this city brings me.
The false promises and confusion.

Say it again!
Engrain my brain with your words!
Say it again!
Love me lonely with your thoughts!


Leave me.
So when I see you again,
it will be much sweeter.
And the bitter cold will end.


-R.

Did I Miss Something?

So, I'm still figuring out the art of capturing hearts. I mean, people do it all of the time, right? People everywhere meet and fall in love. But it seems as if love can not endure without hate. With each kiss there is a questioning of honesty. Of truth.

I'm eager. It's not hard for me to read people. Their habits, their expressions, their eyes do all of the explaining. But their words. Their words often contradict their actions. Isn't that, backwards? ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS...truth? See, speaking IS an action and in order to carry out that action, one must use words. And since words are what people communicate with most, they are often taken for granted, underestimated, or wasted. So I am back to square one. Even after listening to your words, I am still not convinced. I am still left curious, confused, or eager. Still.

So, then what will it take for me to capture your heart? Or for you to capture mine? More than words. And although I love them, they won't make me love you. And the irony is that I am using words to explain how I feel about them, theirselves. But I believe these words are just. All words are, but only when they are not manipulated by lies and lust. And when there is not a genuine meaning behind them. Because at this point, they are wasted and empty words. Words, that go unheard.

-R.