status quo.

we can't keep meeting like this.
- me, crushed and broken, startled by your upbeat smile. yet still managing a weak grimmace that fools all.
- you, jolly and sober, crooked smile plastered on the face.
we've been keeping too many secrets, and have hidden one too many lies behind our scars. so many differences in our appearances, yet we have so much in common. our eyes are both hard and stoney from all of the unwanted pain. pain that we cannot release. because commiting this terrible crime "standing up", is frowned upon. messing with the status quo just simply isn't done. so we fight the battle and cry in the privacy and comfort of loneliness. and this, just when we believed things were looking up.

emotion.

You make me weak in the knees and sick to my stomach.
You make me miserable, in the concept of me not being able
to see right through you like I can others.
I can't read your thoughts. This troubles me deeply.
You make me feel frustrated with your complicated ways and mixed emotions.
Scratching the surface with you, gets me nowhere.
You hide yourself from the world, and in a sense, I do too.
And I wonder, are you trying to read me, as am I to you?
I stab at the horrible decision to commit myself to you.
It is a horrendous move in this game of life.
You've never come through for others.
Yet, all this time, I feel, that I, could be your exception.