Ahhh, if only I could manipulate.
Manipulate my mind,
Into bold colors and grand shapes that they couldn’t be denied.
So misdirected yet fulled with girth and grace,
that it’d demand enough attention to keep me from your face.
Your face that fills the crevasses of my mind,
No matter how engulfed I am in my own life, your words are all I find.
The words that held enough girth, enough worth, that I will never be the same,
because it touched not only my soul but found it’s way to my heart where it remains.
How bad I just want the abstract to fill my brain so vast, that the thought of you I couldn’t bare to entertain.
Not even if i tried but its simply too hard to abstain,
from the one thing in my life I ever really wanted to sustain,
like grains of sand it slipped through my fingers making me slightly insane.
Clouded judgment never seemed so crystal clear,
opening the demons from the hellish nightmare I feared.
Forming questions into a theory that was concluded,
regurgitating feelings that are so polluted,
of selfishness intertwined with self worth,
without you I will cease to truly live on this earth.
So I will remain to float in and out of dreams,
that will never evolve into what I wanted them to be.