A thought in the process

Maybe it is time

To utter

Those syllables

I have been gurgling

Hoping no one asks

Maybe it is time

To admit

Thorny truths

Pricking me

When I hold more than a few

Maybe it is time

To look

In a clean mirror

And not turn away

From the woman in front

Maybe it is time

To hear

The sounds

I have been trying

To ignore

Maybe it is time

To feel

My heart's desires

And love those

Who need more from me

Maybe it is time

To speak

About the lies

I have kept

And fed

Maybe it is time

To accept

An inevitable end

Enjoy it all now

Before the final breath

Intentional Distractions

I am a liar

Saying I try

Saying I want

To go here

And study this

Or that

Truth is

I am a liar

I want to stay underneath

Drowning waves

Of words I will never

Understand

And concepts

Too complex

'Cause they look so pretty

Hanging above my head

I want to sleep

Sound

I want to walk

With no fear

I want t hear

The sounds

I always miss

When you are talking

I want to tell everyone

I am a liar

And for them to

Just leave me alone

I want the truths they

Bore

To rip me apart

And leave me

In my created despair

Punctual Couple

Here we are

With all the time

In front of us

We could make

Anything of it

And we sit here

Here I am

With all my love

For you

And you keep

Telling me

To keep some

For myself

Here you are

Wondering why

I can't say

So many things

To you

And I keep silent

Because I have to

Keep some for myself

And here we are

With all this time

Going no where fast

Right on time

Woken Hours

I try to think

Of the answers

To the questions

I keep asking

Then something else

Distracts me

Leaving trails of

Lost ideas

In my head

Floating endlessly

In spaces I never fill

Waking me late at night

Greeting me early

And I am laying near you

Wondering when you will wake

Sleeping so sweetly

And I won't wake you

I try to think

Of why I stay here

Looking at your composed

23 year old face

Laying on a bed of knowledge

And assurance

Wishing I could be that certain

Looking up at the ceiling

I try to remember why

I said yes

Ideas festering on memories

I have kept

And I hear awful words

Describing dooming fates

Looking back at you however

Comforts me

And I try to sleep