Helios-Hyperion

hard, I want to love, I want to fight and swear and tear away at all the insecurities I've had pushed on me. I'm not hitting on you I want to know if you're worth my time. I want to know that I don't have to be ashamed of who I am with you. nerd, feminist, rage filled young man. I want to feel. I want what I want and it's hard to get. I want you, who ever you are to show me your truest self, even if you have to fake it. show me what your dreams are in your actions and in your passions. fight me. argue with me, cry with me, beat the shit out of me. cause that's life; it's short, it's the hardest thing you'll ever do. and we're l

With so much Ado I feel lost, With rouge staining the glass of my iced coffee I miss it. There was sadness where we wallowed; but the passion to fight it. Playing the victim in this but it is just us. that biting, scratching, screaming love that we were. there's no denying that. Is there? If you want; just ask, don't threaten. You will always have power here even if I'd give you none. We are stronger than we look, but only when no one's looking; And yet so much weaker than they see fragile like glass yet sharp enough to it cut out. so cut it out. stop.

you. I've lost myself, Lost my way; lost my mind. I just lose. I see glimpses of who I was in who I am but not often. I'm so angry now there's no room for him in me anymore. I hear clare de lune playing everywhere. I hate that. I'm reminded of my loss. I only write about you. I've only ever found cause for writing in you. I think that's sad; that there's nothing more to me than what I gave to you, I have nothing more to express than you.

passion - from the latin; 'passio' - to suffer.

I'm sorry, not for ending it, we were standing on broken branches from the start. I'm sorry for the pain, but you had to see it was going nowhere; surely? Now you grasp at broken branches, cause there's loneliness in a fall. Clinging on so tightly, that you're stripping the bark and hurting yourself all over again. Maybe if you were brave enough to hit the ground, you'd stand a little stronger when you got up. realise you're living on dead wood, with branches half sawn and termites your only company. Go look for a tree to climb, test that it is alive. Not just another hollow trunk you hope to fill with more complexities

I regret all the things it makes me say; all the pieces of my dismay, come from within; and are returned swiftly they stab at you, somewhat unjustly. While I know you're only trying to help heal my warts and emotional welps. I'd like remain atleast in some way the person you loved; still love to this day. while we feel fear and joy, love and sorrow I know that if we wait until tomorrow, all the anger will go away; and love will revoke all the things I say. they can be left, as just a memory; while we go back to thinking about a family.

Vicious mood swings without rhyme or reason, opinions and taste in sync with the season. Throwing away things you could use, all the while still being your muse. Thinking that you don't really care, and laughing at your curled hair. Accusing you of being like their ex, but still wanting to have sex. I tell her she should eat more food, maybe that would brighten her mood? So why put up with this beautiful mess? Even through the unnecessary stress... For the smile in her eye, For the lift she gives can make you fly. I write this not for her; but for me, to see, if i can stay in love with this dream. So i wish it not to blur;

What can they mean? Are they what they seem? There's an indian man, who tells me about sand. How do I understand? What an outlandish theme. I have fights, and dream of bacon. And at night, the madness hastens to a pace I can't keep up with, so my mind tends not to hold it. Yet I dream of friends, now and then. Never do they take the lead. So I guess Freud would say; that obviously I'm gay. or probably that I don't have what I sexually need. And while i'd hate to disagree; I find it hard to see, just what it is in life I could desire? Cause I don't try to be happy, and my mind can make things quite crappy. but never suc

It dazzles me, how could it be? that such a girl, beautiful face hair in a curl. would look at me and see, the secrets i hold so tightly. she makes me unfurl my secrets in this place, this girl and her face. but i tire of silly rhymes, for thinking of them takes up all my time. so instead i'll say, in my odd little way. that i love you whole-heart-ed-ly :)