~ Wishing you all the best ~

Can I do that when it's a lie,
To realize that and just sigh?
To know that things are incomplete,
And yet unable to patch it in?

To know that you're someone else's,
And even if they're the greatest, the best,
Wishing them hell and heck just because,
They're the ones holding you back.

But would I act had the path,
Be cleared of all obstacles.
If the way was clear,
And all I had to do was call dear?

The feelings are there, the thought exists,
The heart beats, the blood pumps.
The mind works, the words rearranging,
The imagination churns, the perfect world into place.

Then the words become stuck, a gargled grunt.
The gestures a mess, a meaningless action.
A perfect world, a perfect life,
Self-destructs in front of the eyes.

~ Pain ~

It hurts a lot to see you.
Hurts a lot more that I can't do anything about it.
Hurting a LOT more that I know I will never do anything about it.

~ Standards ~

Is it wrong that my standards are different from yours?
Is it wrong that I don't care for what you care for?

Do I need to give this up, just so I feel accepted?
Do I need to give up my beliefs, so I can fit in?

Where is that place, that place of contentment. That place where I can see you and not have to want you because you're already mine?