Dying, Starving Affection cannot survive on empty promises and sweet nothings I drown my pillow in tears as I swim in heartbreak and drown in agony The fog will fade Once I figure you out I’ll see you are just a projection of the greatness I buried under the rubble of self doubt and insecurities Too afraid to see, I project from soul onto you You look like the stuff of legends They would sing the ballads I wrote about you and recite all the sonnets, if they saw you with my eyes When the haze clears, I know I’ll be looking in the mirror The veil is torn The smoke screen is lifting Turn off the fog machine The only extraordinary things about you are all the virtues I granted in my imaginings A pretty little face and only a little bright I should edit the gospels before they spread Decry, dethrone and destroy the idols I built in your image Just a lost boy seeking his mommy’s love A little kid playing pretend Dripping insecurity Wrapped in loneliness Seeking solace in my arms Stea
In a world where everyone and their cat has an opinion on who I should be It appears that everyone and their dog knows which version of me I should be I was swayed and moved a million different directions I have lived four and five versions of who I thought I should be I wasn't thinking I wasn't expecting you You're so sure of who you are You are confident and self assured in your own beautiful way Experiencing you, your way of life required nothing of me, because you are enough You had no opinion of what would make me better or which way I should act to be more acceptable and lovable You didn't need anything from me and that gave me room to discover who I wanted to be In your sun, I found that I too could be enough I too could be sure of myself Here are your metaphoric flowers While you are still alive I want to say thank you for being yourself I am deeply grateful to experience what it means to be enough I am rediscovering the lessons I learned without realizing that