for_sho
Bluelighter
When I started this poem I actually had enough material for like 3 shorter poems but i wanted to try and squeeze everything into this one, I haven't written a poem in over 2 years but here it is. Comments, criticizm, just saying "I read it" would be appreciated, even if you don't have an opinion. 
Title: That night.
I am a master of my emotions, I am in total control...
I am hiding behind a rock wall , I am solid, I *feel* protected,
I have hardened my heart and it become as stone.
I know nothing.
Stones can be smashed... Walls can be tumbled...
Where was my warning? The slightest touch, the very breath from your lips, that look in your eyes
and the wall that protected me for so long came crashing down around me.
Something I once thought a fossil, beats and breathes again.
The heat from my chest warms me, an unfamiliar feeling, yet somehow it’s coming back.
I remember this, in some distant way it’s reminiscent of my first kiss.
A dance long forgotten, I know the music’s always been there but I haven’t been listening.
The song is my head becomes clearer, my body will soon remember.
Then there is the pause. Everything changes.
The word taken seems permanent; attached? So formal...
I know but you are a prize, even if you don’t see it.
Something to be held, treasured, even adored...
You are the only one to say by whom.
Now the moral dilemma.
Selfishness is such an ugly word.
Indulgence not unlike greed.
Regret-- a demon too familiar.
Crossed signals, mistaken words.
I am hated, I don’t know what to feel, but the pain inside me is more familiar.
Your faith destroyed, ego crumbled like the walls that surrounded my heart.
Pain is shared by all, unintentional of course, it was still shared by all.
An attempt at understanding, all words must be chosen carefully at this point.
Issues resolved, actions explained.
Words can make one seem so eloquent when used properly.
Understanding can be reached by thoughts conveyed.
‘Sorry’ is a pathetic attempt at redemption.
But everything will turn out ok.
But what could have been?
The bite marks on your neck will eventually fade.
The claw marks on my back will heal with time.
The screams resound and then are gone.
A night shared, but at such a price.
Regret is off again to find his next victim.
Hearts will be broken.
Hearts were meant to be broken, not all of them, occasionally we get to pick and choose.
This time it will be mine, I will take the fall, one more scar couldn’t hurt.
Besides, it doesn’t much matter, I still remember how to build.
Brick by brick the wall will slowly return, and I will become strong once again.
for_sho
Title: That night.
I am a master of my emotions, I am in total control...
I am hiding behind a rock wall , I am solid, I *feel* protected,
I have hardened my heart and it become as stone.
I know nothing.
Stones can be smashed... Walls can be tumbled...
Where was my warning? The slightest touch, the very breath from your lips, that look in your eyes
and the wall that protected me for so long came crashing down around me.
Something I once thought a fossil, beats and breathes again.
The heat from my chest warms me, an unfamiliar feeling, yet somehow it’s coming back.
I remember this, in some distant way it’s reminiscent of my first kiss.
A dance long forgotten, I know the music’s always been there but I haven’t been listening.
The song is my head becomes clearer, my body will soon remember.
Then there is the pause. Everything changes.
The word taken seems permanent; attached? So formal...
I know but you are a prize, even if you don’t see it.
Something to be held, treasured, even adored...
You are the only one to say by whom.
Now the moral dilemma.
Selfishness is such an ugly word.
Indulgence not unlike greed.
Regret-- a demon too familiar.
Crossed signals, mistaken words.
I am hated, I don’t know what to feel, but the pain inside me is more familiar.
Your faith destroyed, ego crumbled like the walls that surrounded my heart.
Pain is shared by all, unintentional of course, it was still shared by all.
An attempt at understanding, all words must be chosen carefully at this point.
Issues resolved, actions explained.
Words can make one seem so eloquent when used properly.
Understanding can be reached by thoughts conveyed.
‘Sorry’ is a pathetic attempt at redemption.
But everything will turn out ok.
But what could have been?
The bite marks on your neck will eventually fade.
The claw marks on my back will heal with time.
The screams resound and then are gone.
A night shared, but at such a price.
Regret is off again to find his next victim.
Hearts will be broken.
Hearts were meant to be broken, not all of them, occasionally we get to pick and choose.
This time it will be mine, I will take the fall, one more scar couldn’t hurt.
Besides, it doesn’t much matter, I still remember how to build.
Brick by brick the wall will slowly return, and I will become strong once again.
for_sho
