I watched the stream flow past, I visit this place often. We used to walk there, in another time.
I went back to that place, so I could see something familiar, something in life that hadn’t changed. Yet, as I watched the water rush, I realized that the stream I thought I knew wasn’t the same. The water that flowed past was all new.
Life is ever changing, it’s in constant motion. Despite my efforts to hold back the hands of time, they continue onward.
When I think of you, I think about my reflection in the stream. I think about how things changed, how my hands could’t stop the winter winds from coming, how my legs couldn’t outrun the night. I think about how my words, my touch, and my love couldn’t stop you from leaving.
When the thought of you appears in my mind, I feel hurt by the sting of reality. I have to close my eyes and let you and those memories flow away, just like the stream.
This labyrinth torments me, as I wonder through its many turns. It’s like running through darkness, away from something lurking in the shadows. My anxiety has never been so haunting. As my eyes open in the morning, the sun slipping through the blinds, I exhale slowly. I was asked last night if I loved you, if I was hurt when it all fell apart.
The girl looked at me softly, “I feel like you did get hurt, like you loved her,” she said. The pain has yet to leave my eyes, the hurt is as much a part of me as the blood that flows through my veins. I hide away from love’s memories, I try to fill my cup with false affection. I tried to drowned the sound of your voice in my head, yet it still lingers.
It’s not pity I want, I really don’t want anything from you anymore. I suppose, I’m just terrified. My heart was filled with fear, for the first time. I just wish you didn’t deplete my heart the way you did. It’s not your fault, I don’t blame you. I just wish I was unaware of the fragility of a pained heart. I wish I could love without inhibitions again. Maybe in time, maybe when I meet the right one, the desire to love will blot out the fear. Until then, I’ll walk this maze, I’ll keep blind faith in tomorrow, and hope the destiny painted in my future is as beautiful as I dreamed it to be, in another time.
I don’t blame flowers from hiding from the winter, but I find it hard to hide from myself.
I only wish the spring and summer shared could’ve lasted.
Loneliness is not something I think I strived for in the past, it’s just something that happened over time. I unintentionally isolated myself for a very long time, until I met this person. They pulled me out of seclusion, introduced me to a happier world I suppose. They showed me what companionship could do for a soul.
After they left, I guess I slipped back into that secluded world. Having experienced the sun and that happy feeling of love, I suppose the darkness I used to know so well was frightening as I returned to it. That warmth I experience for a time made me realize the cold I used to walk in.
Being tossed back into solitude so quickly shook me to my core. I felt like an addict, clawing for that drug, which was that person’s presence. I feel silly now, thinking about it. I made a spectacle of myself, looking foolish.
I’ve settled back into that seclusion again. I suppose it’s not so dark. At times, I notice a lonely feeling pass me, like chilled wind in a drafty house. It comes and goes.
I’m a man with many faults and the best of intentions. I’m someone that thinks deeply of the world and the people I meet. I’m someone that appreciates the fleeting nature of every moment. I’m also someone that is scared, yet drawn to companionship.
Like a moth, trapped in fire’s light, I am drawn to that flame. That very flame that could undo me in a moment.
If your love was a ruse, then deceive me more. But whatever you do, don’t shut the door.
I see autumn trees barren and such, just like me, longing for warmth’s touch.
Beautifully brilliant in spring’s bloom, dark and gray now, for winter’s gloom.
The seasons haven’t stopped, despite my pleading, darling, my heart is still bleeding.