she found my place
my better face
months had rolled by
where my taste
had become lost inside

i have felt less impatient
but i cannot remember when
want the future now
and then, all over again

arms around me
chatting, laughing
hugging, kissing
and the magic of –
enjoyable time passing

people claim you
like a piece of land
x marks the spot
you are searching base camp
location sadly forgot

i am not a public service
there to light up –
the dull room
the one,
that masks as you relationship –

my depression –
wrote me a letter
one in a bold typeface
it said, you need to be better

i would love to enjoy falling in love
instead of being scared to death
it takes my heartbeats,
and my breath

i never thought –
i would imagine –
those thoughts again
not in a way –
where it seemed likely
or just comfortable

i hate the way –
so called pious people –
throw moral missiles
from the church steeple

people add layers –
to their personality
but i see through them all
i see the hurt and the pain
i see the confidence so small