Maybe a wolf can

I miss your smile

Now I smile more

I miss your laugh

I try to laugh more

I miss flying our hands out the window

Now I fly everywhere

I miss your love

So I love people more

I miss your encouragement

Now I encourage people more

I miss your blonde hair

So now I love mine more

I miss your body

Now I take care of mine

I miss your cooking

I eat better and better all the time

I miss the way you sing

Now I cant stop

I miss your judgment

So I hold myself to a higher standard.

You may not be coming back and I can live with that fact. So now I live to love my life and everything in between.

I enjoy moments more. And I always stop to smell the flowers.

But late at night I ly awake and found the hours.

It's been a year and I'm not afraid to live now.

I still just want to talk to you but I don't even know how.

Stuck in this constant duality

Battling emotions mixed in this reality

It's just noth worth the discussion

Spirituality is just a reproduction

As we mimic the mind states

People we call family as the night gets late

Who's gonna be left when push comes to shove

Cause in reality theres nothing below or above

The fuck you think love really matters

Chemicals in our cranium causing reality to shatter

All this knowledge makes me just as lost

I'm lost in this universe

A universe of chaos.

But what did we really learn from coming here?

Did we really get the vacation we needed?

It doesn't matter now because we're here in this moment. In the mix. It doesn't matter if we haven't had the talk or if it's been once; twice; or 100 times. We need to say what's about to be said. We owe it to ourselves. We've all been thinking this for so long. Now it becomes easy to say and easy to hear.

This chemical is like oil for closure. It's like it give us the push, but, also leaves us mentally limp. Unwilling to debate. Rather just let the words flow, along with our emotions.

This might not be the vacation we wanted.

However, this is still amazing

I'm really not worthy

Or deserving of love

If I talked to her

I'd just fuck it up

She just walked

Right on by

Saying hello

But I had glazed eyes

What a surprise

Time whistles by like the wind moving past us

I could have owned this and stayed on the bus

It was my time to stop and get of this ride

Still dont know if I'm worthy or if I should just hide

I sat to talk business

With a man who's in this

Trying to win it

But I'm not with it

You glide right on over

You response hits hard

Making me sober

And reality seeps

And creeps it's way in

Your not interested

Not even as friends

Time whistles by like the wind moving past us

I could have owned this and stayed on the bus

It was my time to stop and get of this ride

Still dont know if I'm worthy or if I should just hide

I cant make this up

3 years to grow some balls

Finally tell you what's up

And what's up

Take this simple man

Put on some make up

And head out on a date

We eat and drink up

As life becomes great.

As we speak

I regurgitate rhythms

That can lift anyone Off their feet

But my old demons

Want to come and meet

Looks like I'm walking

Taking em down the street.

Time whistles by like the wind moving past us

I could have owned this and stayed on the bus

It was my time to stop and get of this ride

Still dont know if I'm worthy or if I should just hide

So here we are now

You ain't ever comin back

I sit alone in this room

Haunted

My soul out of wack

You've moved on

I hope he treats you better

Better then me

Cause I never knew how to treat myself right

And so I'm accepting my defeat

This is my lesson

A tale to be aware

Make sure you figure out your own demons

Or when she comes you won't be there.

What is strength really?

Is it working 2 jobs for your kids?

Is it a brother taking the place of an abusive father?

Is it working 60 hrs a week so you can make ends meet?

Or is it being able to cry at the mountains?

Or at the sunset?

Is it telling someone how much they mean to you and how much they've affected your life?

Is it being raw and honest when it's the toughest?

Or is it just the ability to say I'm not ok... and to just accept it...

Romance is nothing more then an abstract concept defined solely by the person receiving it. Thus any action one does in the name of romance can only be romantic if the other party is willing to receive and participate...