or maybe it's the love, maybe it's not
and that's how the confusion actually starts.
I don't know where i stand with you
I know i want to stand next to you
because so far i haven't found it hard to
We're both on a similar route
and it's a chosen path
and it was was only for a friend,
you asked, for nothing but reached
I grabbed your hand- got submerged
in wisdom beyond comprehension
roles flipping and trading confession
for secret, they spilled onto the pages
not poems, still letters- still progression.
i never thought we'd get get to this level
that we'd get deep with that initial reach
that you'd be the new 'you' i talk of,
In poems that I'm scared to let go of.
(not caring shouldn't be this hard.
on a quest to forget my past),
I have to keep going forward,
even if i don't know what it's towards,
it's worse than i thought,
feeling better than i ever could of,
loving the one person who would be better off-
without, and I'm self-conscious with the put-out
scared to go past the make-out so i pull out,
just stay sat down, shut-out with arms crossed
don't get in, don't make love, so long since
I've been touched, born fuck-up couldn't admit
to being in love, wouldn't die before i evolved
guess i got into growing up, making up with
those pulling me down yet you saw me drown.
Submerged, and unearthed this rebirth-
that part of growing up is about feeling hurt
and to not admit you're lost just makes it worse.
that part of growing up is about feeling hurt
and to not admit you're lost just makes it worse.
I love again and I'm benefitted with this peripheral,
whether I'm "in" love or not is inconsequential,
I don't let the rain fall, I know what i can't control.
