Offering to You

You don't know me
for as much as you do
as much as I tell you
You don't know me

Someday.
Find me in the right mood
and I'll tell you things
that you do not know.

Things deep inside.
Things I hide.
Things I claim not to know.
Things I am offering to you.

I want you to know
I want to tell you everything
I don't know where to begin
I don't know where to end.

I don't want you to pity me,
humor me if nothing else.
Don't discredit what I have.
Just let me talk.

In a Guys Head

There is so much in a guys head
You've let me in
it terrifies me
I've heard
I haven't believed
now I know
It scares me
makes me trust you more
other guys less
there is so much you all don't show to the world

Past Life

I feel sleep begin to descend
I think only of you with me
I recall high school.
All of it.
The light here reminds me of Mrs. Akers' class.
And the mind frame, my past life.

I am too young to have a "past life"
yes?
no?
I used to be someone else.
I am different now.
I am who I was, fulfilled.
and still fulfilling.
You fulfill me.
Can I say this?
Is this bad?

Tonight, I Write

I have not written in so long.
And here. Now.
I find myself opening up.

In this dark night;
One like no other,
When I had a chance to sleep.

And I find myself writing.
I love it.
I wouldn't give it up for sleep

I chose even,
it over
my other thoughts.

My Mind is Wild and I cannot Sleep

Sleep eludes me
and my mind is wild

I think on things
beyond my time

Those older envy me
and warn me

My mind is wild
and I cannot sleep

I think only of my future
the way things should be

When I can consolidate
Make my lives into one

The way the future should be
Wild like my mind

Spending my time with the one
who cannot sleep

Tears in my Voice

I need to talk to you,
but I can't right now.
I want you to know how bad I hurt,
but I don't want you to hear
the tears in my voice.

Lost

Just to cry,
to let a little out.
but if I lose much more,
I feel I'll be empty

I've poured myself out
and held myself back
somewhere in the stretching,
the pushing, the pulling,
I've lost something very dear to me

I Don't Understand

How can you hate who you've been,
When, if you'd never been who you were
You could never be who you are?

i want to be angry

not at anyone in particular.
and for no apparent reason.
i just feel like being angry.

but i guess i won't be.
i can't think of a good reason...

your mood is curious...

I want to tell you everything about me.
I want you to know my whole life.
You know me so well, but there is still more.
I want you to be the one I tell.