This world of muted hues and the susurrus of sound

I floated decades through it, seeking hallowed ground

Something worth the journey, a vista yet to find

The warmth of a horizon, the stars all aligned

The air is getting thin, the music on repeat

The sacred and the sin, the dance of 2 left feet

Just when I gave up on finding anything that’s true

From the shadows came the light, the rainbow that is you

It was perfect

It’s divine

Our hands together

Yours and mine

But like all things

Comes a time

When my fear

And doubt combine

I’d rather be nothing than to be too much

I always say something that makes your touch

Pull away from me…

I’d rather be forgotten than remembered that way

My heart is always bleeding out the words that I say
Unconditionally

You always loved my prose, the depth that I feel

The inventive ways I’d find to let you know that it’s real

Always finding ways to make you smile, seen, respected

Never let a day go by that love for you is neglected

Maybe I overshare, the beat of each palpitation

Maybe I was wrong to expect more reciprocation

But it’s clear that I’m not right, I feel too much, too strong

And when my ghosts of angst arise, I make it all go wrong

I’d rather be nothing than to be too much

I always say something that makes your touch

Pull away from me…

I’d rather be forgotten than remembered that way

My heart is always bleeding out the words that I say
Unconditionally

It hard for me to change the way I see the things I see

I pray to godless heavens that I can stop being me

But my perception’s painted with the colors of scars

The long pauses between us, the cold void between stars

When I catch a glimpse of the words gone unsaid

When I see the reflection of the thoughts in your head

I feel this swirling panic, this storm of the heart

And true to my own nature, I push us apart

I’d rather be nothing than to be too much

I always say something that makes your touch

Pull away from me…

I’d rather be forgotten than remembered that way

My heart is always bleeding out the words that I say
Unconditionally

If I had the choice to simply be gone

If I could just go, disappear in the dawn

Become history

Maybe the scribes would recall all the best

My story may make myths of my unrest

Causing misery