eh

dreams, memories,

they're all the same,

i wish i could detach the bond,

but with you nothing is easy,

i'd rather be the one left to the streets,

at least i'd get back on my feet,

the constant knocking on my front door is falls on my ears with contempt,

if only there was a back door run out of,

i need a break from your constant pounding on my walls

in perfect rhythm with the throbbing inside my head,

but i'm trapped and the walls wearing thin,

even when it's over it's never truly over,

tomorrow's a new day but it feels the same,

it's still filled with the droning tones of everything associated with you,

full of the constant longing to go back to the past,

you dream of the days past,

and i dread them all the same,

but i can't convey these thoughts, 

you're  a fragile egg,  just waiting to crack, 

and i won't be the one who does,

please be merciful, i'm not a begging person,

but give me this time to myself,

leave me to regret in peace

throwing stones

like a tornado i hear the sound,

sounds of chaos and the tearing of foundations,

such power that overlooks the subjects underneath,

but in the same breath there's joy,

the same winds tow me to fields of peace,

have i been the only one?

you speak with disregard,

and i listen with hope of truth,

i create my own circumstances,

when we talk i lose track of reality and fantasy,

when you speak you pretend,

but i speak with sincerity,

though we each play along,

i hope you feel something more as i do

lets begin again!

how can we compare?

how do we begin to become?

for the years we've been observers,

only listeners, and crutches to the weak,

I've gladly cooperated for the years,

and i gladly will,

but who listens to the listener?

with hands over our mouths no one hears our cries,

our longing to be heard,

when our hearts break,

who holds the pieces until we find peace?

i'll gladly listen to your needs, 

i'll help in whatever way i can, 

but with each word that passes i grow weak with discomfort,

i only wish my half of the story could be heard,

my story that proclaims my need for your voice,

and your heart,

such calm, and subtle words that flow into my ear,

they drift through my head for days,

we want to be heard, 

we want to be held,

we want to be loved