Alone

With my thoughts on the line between sane and insanity,
I live with the remembrance of my aspired one.
The emotions of my pants come and go, but
I still evolve in my identity and personality.

Stay with me electronically; any connection is more desired than none.

Welcome Back

The days are long now.
I awake at the winter's dawn, but the outside's brightness shines full blast through the partially covered window into the boxed room.
The smell of fresh rain storm hits my nose after I step up from bed.
I instinctually walk towards the pot of black caffeine and pour it into my thrift store mug.
The coffee touches my lips and I begin the wake-up process.
However, there is nothing to wake up for today.
There is little to do until the work begins,
So I shall enjoy the vacuum of responsibility while I have it.
Just sit and watch the scattered thunderstorms through the window with the coffee at hand.
Feel the rest and recuperation, and prepare for the coming storm.

Poem for the Dumped

Why? Is the first question that pops into my head.
Why are you doing this?
We restarted, we renewed everything. It was never
Going to feel the same way, of course.
That's what the renewal was going to do.
I was never going to forget the or deny the past, but
We had a present and future to make together.

You are the one, but you didn't let me try.
I wasn't given enough time to try again at the woo,
And discuss how to proceed.
We could have found an answer to the big questions:
Why are relationships hard?
Why does growing up suck?
Can't we still fight it?

I just walked outside on that day, and the clouds tumbled.
Bye bye. Goodbye. I tried.