lost – Poétique

Letters

Looking over our letters
Over my shouldered attempts
To make things better
I asked for tenderness
I cried for the loss of us
Even when we were together
I misunderstood your capacity
To love me hard enough
As hard as someone should
As hard as someone would
If they didn’t want to lose you
If they didn’t want to lose me
No mystique
No smoke and mirrors
No hidden cameras
Just open love
An opening for love
Looking over our letters
It really never got better
And so we found a way
To go our own directions
Although I miss the person
That I thought you were
When I cried for the loss of us
I realized whom
You were before
Didn’t really live there
Anymore

In the Light

I had my guard up
How awkward
It was strange
To see you
Amicably
Did I miss you?
Should I hug you?
Was it hate you left me with?
When everything dissipated
You burned me
Caught me on fire
In many ways
Where the love of friends
Was left is friendship
Also lost?
There are no leftovers
From the hangovers
Of the hurt
Trial and error
Choosing to invest
In a place
With limited return
A lot of love was lost
A lot of love was found
Keep the conversation
And the memory
In the light

Get Lost

You can get lost
In a good way
If you don’t want to be found
If you don’t want to pretend
Like running from your demons
You don’t have to hang around
Falling into the same hole
That your fist left
In the wall of your heart
You built bricks
When the best ones
Played their dirty tricks
So that no one could
Climb over into your abyss
Who could ignore the outline
Of your lashes
Never get lost in the forest
Of your passion
Walk across the burning ashes
Towards your forever
For the sake of saying something
That lasts beyond
The outline of just words
Sliding with the gravity
Down to the center
Of your core
A piece of flint
A fire
You are a piece of me
A spark
A shift
You are
An uplift
A perfect shadow
You can get lost
In a good way

Angel

I think I met an angel tonight
I asked him for a cigarette
He gave me two
And asked me if I wanted to talk

I told him everything
As he helped me off the bus
I fought my tears
And as we started to walk he said

You are lost in your own world
You cannot break free from the life
You have known
You are lost in your own world

As my tears began to dry
I forgot how it felt
For someone to be so nice
Will I ever be alright?
He said

You are lost in your own world
You cannot break free from the life
You have known
You are lost in your own world

Have you ever wanted to die?
It’s so strange to think that I
Could go from wanting to die
To wanting to be alive

She is lost in her own world
She cannot break free from the life
She has known
She is lost in her own world

Lost Words

Different words
Hidden out beneath
Crawling up
From underneath
X-rayed
Like the awkward rock
That I turned over
We don’t know
What to expect
When we let go
Really ever
But we respect and we hope
To be accepted
To be loved
Even at our worst
Our most embarrassing

Loving the shamelessness
The deepest secrets
Our special shares
A person may not be
What we thought
When we find them there
But the learning
Of opening the book
Of the heart
Always taught me
To be stronger
More like myself

Judgeless

Giving permission to
Things we wouldn’t normally
Is a gift that is sometimes
Simply holding out
To open as flower
Of bared consciousness will

Found in you

Keeping away
What is that?

Tolerance
Vulnerability allows
Brain fog to lift
Captivating what is caring
In a completely open state
Spirit flailing
Only happens in the
Proximity
Of pure love

Open the window
To the better unknown