indecision
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Standing at a crossroads
pondering my dilemma
-wether to
remain with
the known,
familiar
- those old comfort
zones
or-
to veer wildly
and risk it all...
Yes, I know
Maybe love is not my path,
clearly we have seen the aftermath
and it makes me feel like a sociopath
Should I take a break,
or will I feel more heartache
My darling vulnerability,
The days of October are almost gone
yet the leaves haven’t yellowed
or fallen from their trees
What is it that we know?
Where is it that we go?
We see only the narrowness,
The tunnel of our vision,
That gives birth to strangeness,
And fumbling indecision.
The shadows greet us warmly
I can’t live without her.
She is the one who has carried my compass to the top, and took my air at the floor.
She loves sad songs with happy melodies.
Nervous
Pensive
One way
The other way
Right
Down
Middle
Your way
My way
meet.
in.
the Middle.
Left and over,
Over,
wrong
right
You bring me together
Then pull me apart
Make me fly with broken wings
Then curse my heart.
I wish I could express
I wish I could say
Just how much I love you
My home rests on two shores,
North and South
A house with two front doors,
My love has two faces.
I am two people confronting our rift
Letting the waters take us adrift,
Harvard and Yale keep mailing me
They must not have gotten my last SAT
Some Christian college won't stop trying
They must not know I follow Neil Degrasse Tyson
Where then, should I be applying?
Wandering amongst the maze of shelves,
I hear their whispers of stories yearning to be heard from a multicolored sea,
III
Wrap me in your poetryI want to understand how these feelings never endMineAndYoursAnd how I don't know how to make thingsOurs
Maybe I'm just broken
IV
The Ripple Effect
Sometimes I cannot help but wonder
What really goes out yonder?
If all our lives is not a blunder
To pass never remembered like thunder
Into it we come wailing
No glance or furtive peek needed,
I already know.
They are me, all respiring to one united beat and breath--and we’ll die together at death.
The sweetest serenades of bliss,
head lost in the possibility
of ethereality:
that destiny
maybe
was supposed to keep us together.
