Upside-DownIn an upside-down world,
Our first meeting will lack shyness,
and the rules of social etiquette,
instead it'll be an insult towards you,
and a bullet through my head
shot from a smoking pistol,
you clutch in your hands.
We'll get to know each other through neglect,
I'll let you go to bed mad,
and you'll hurt me on a whim.
I'll never say I love you,
it's a privilege you can't get.
I'll simply shoo you off,
and you'll give me the finger and walk away.
In this world, where beginnings are tearful,
the endings will be our joy, they'll be the point
where we're supposed to fall in love,
and grow bored of our hurtful routine.
Only then, I'll pull you close and whisper,
about the first time I snapped a picture of
your heart melting smile, the one that
sent me tumbling to the ground,
in the middle of the road, and sent
my coffee splashing all over me.
You were the one who offered me help.
I'll admit I long for your embrace
in the cold mornings when it's raining
EndlessThe darkness matches your eyes,
Is it too much of an unfair accusation?
Or a bit too sad?
Perhaps it's a little too certain,
but I can't seem to care.
The kindness of your poems stirs
too many feelings I once buried,
an endless hunger, an exhaustion
that forced me to drop my jaded rings,
and lose the rose I once planted in my heart.
I offered you a field of bread,
soft pillows, and barely survived
the stomping horses that dragged
carriages of almonds to your feet
instead of running to the far edges of the world.
Spill your answers into me,
I still can't get myself to care,
whatever you say has lost its meaning,
I no longer know what's lie and what's the truth.
A wall stands between us now,
and darkness goes well with candles and wine,
but still a perfect match for the look in your eyes.
I know you're scrambling a reply, but
I know it's just as scattered as your shadows,
we no longer have a light.
I breathe, you breathe.
I blow, you blow.
I toss left and right, you toss ten