There was a time, it hasn’t passed. There was a chance. It wasn’t wasted.

And past and scars it hastily pasted, the taste of love, no doubt laced it,

I tasted every other dream, but it was wrong, and I erased it.

There was a time and it was fast. There was a thought and now it’s taken.

I lie in bed at night awakened by what I left, as if forsaken,

From bringing home my hopes and bacon, to being simply undefined.

There was a time and still it is. In you, I see but a reflection,

Collection of imperfect diction, misplaced sonnets, evolved erections,

My future, past, my present self, and yet, so different, a half

Of what I knew I always wanted, defining other half anew,

As if I’m clueless in this movie. Am I a star? Director? Mime?

What is my goal, if not to live, develop cool and hip pet peeve,

And find reasons to be whole, as undefined is just a role.

I’ve had so many masks and faces. My past, it often simply paces and waits for me to recognize.

No need for tricks, or secrets, lies, no need to risk and roll the dice.

No need to worry and pull back, no need to always place a price

On everything I give and take, on what I do when I awake,

On where I am, while in my head, which side I take when lie in bed.

 

I write these words and they are true, cause darling, I’m in love with you.