The Unicorn: Part One

I’m in such a weird mood

I feel like I have so much to ask

I feel like I’m making so many mistakes

The only one decision I know not to be one is you

But you make feel I’m fucking that up too

I’m not surprised because I feel like I’ve ruined so much

But I don’t want this to be added to the list

I never knew being honest would hurt so much

Not you but at times I know it pains me

 

I don’t know what I’m doing

I don’t really know what you like

Or if you even like what I do

 

I’ve decided I don’t like these feelings

When I’m away from you

But at the end of the day

It does make me feel somewhat happy

Knowing someone out there maybe feeling the same

Maybe

 

I think I’m trying to pace myself

I’ve been trying to calm my heart

I’m trying to keep myself level headed

I’m trying to brace for the worse

So I’m ready when my heart’s broken

 

Maybe there’ll be less pieces shattered

This round

Maybe because I placed less in your hands

So the remaining don’t hit the ground

 

You’re so distant

You’re too good at this game

There’s nothing there to break my hands are empty

That’s fair you don’t know me

Why would you trust me

I wouldn’t

My hands tremble at the mention of organs

If it’s not glass

I’m sure to rip it apart

Why? It’s a full moon

And it’s a heart

 

I’m not sure if you’re just waiting

Busy with your books and friends

And  one day realize I’m a waste

You’ll want something to wash out that taste

How about a bitter end?

When are you going to look up?

After this test

Or the next

When will you realize I’m lacking

Far from the best

Not even close to what you deserve

 

I’m just a raging tempest

You tell yourself

I’ll pass

You may be right

Some things were tossed and shook

Priorities were put in their place

Maybe it’s a story or just a chapter in the book

But I’ll never know unless you finish it

With me

That’s all I ask

 

Epilogue: A forgotten piece found  in my archives from December 2014. Interesting what was going through my mind then. I literally wrote the future into existence. Obviously my mind knew what my heart wanted to ignore. And we don't trust people so much or easily now.

Nothing

The Symphony