Staring into the sky

Lost in a dream

Lost in the blue ocean

Surrounded by leviathans of the deep

No one to talk to

No one to listen to

Screaming to be heard

The only answer is the whisper of the wind

No consul in the wind

The only answers are in your mind

Unable to be reached 

An impenetrable lock

An unattainable key

The harder you push

The more resistance pushed back

Trapped forever

You the moon

and I the ocean tide

our love the shore where each combine and then collide

You the sun

and I the sheltered seed

our love the broken soil to where the light would lead

You the music

and I the simple song

our love the everlasting sound that love's contented on

You the heart

and I the steady beat

our love as written, we were destined to meet

We are happy together, I'm committed and loyal and my feelings about you won't change. so with your permission, can I date another person too?

I'll let them know the situation, I'll be clear and communicate honestly. I'll tell them that you're part of the deal

Because... I love you both. and if we can make it work... is something wrong with that?

But if you're not ok with that then I'll be ok.

And if they don't want to date me that's fine too.

polyamory can work, if you're honest and sensitive.

There was a painting

Of the beauty of a woman

Her eyes were sad

But her smile preserved her soul

Her clothing was an old and dirty dress

But she wore it with the courage to show herself

Her hair was brown and simple

But in her hands they felt like golden rays

The artist didn't need questions neither he spoke the answers

But the beauty of a woman is to be strong no matter the situation

The artist admired the painting for hours

Feeling the canvas against his hand

Feeling the dried pain rasp his fingertips

Feeling the emotions boom inside his soul

The beauty of a woman, he called the painting

The strength of a woman, everyone admired

The life of some women, everyone thought

The artist stared into the woman in the painting

The scars and bruises of her were kept as memories of how much he fought

The dried tears of her were how much he suffered but, she survived

The dirt on her were the memory of her battle

The beauty of a woman, pure and memorial

The artist cried, feeling his chest tightened at the memory of the woman

Mother, he cried

It's hard to fake a personality

I have been stuck millions of times with the thought

My mother molds me to be a professional

But I feel that I am not a good inversion

My dad wants me to be who I want to be

But I feel he doesn't mean it with his heart

It's hard to fake a personality

I have been faking my own life since my birth

My heart can't stand the weak beats of life

My brain can't stand the thought fighting my mind

It's hard to be someone you're not

Because then you'll wonder who you are

Because nobody wouldn't want to be with the person they're looking at

Because they want perfection in you as much as in themselves

Because they want you as their companion with no friendship at all

Because they feel you're a bother but they drag you along

It's hard to be someone who is a puppet for others

Painful sensation breaking me to pieces

Repugnant image of someone happy when the truth is that I'm sad

Stupid to believe that they care when they just stare

Inhuman to watch the world consume you in a sea of lies

Depressions to keep asking, who the hell you are.

My eyes haven't been dry for the last three weeks

I've tried holding back, I've tried fighting the feeling

But the arrow is too deep inside my heart

It's shattered inside, but the arrow is too deep to pull out

I'm paralyzed, I have to pretend that I'm alright

I have to face the daily normality with a smile

Even though my smile is the most abnormal part of this current lifestyle

Over the weekend, I almost made a stupid decision

Maybe because I was under a drunken illusion

But, I'm not over you at all

Why would you choose this perfect imperfection?

When we were the opposite, we were the somewhat imperfect perfection