Multiple Choices

Is it in the lack of imagination,
rootless desperation
or simple suffocation
that my sadness resides?

The loneliness travels through the air
and an imaginary memory goes a thousand miles.

The distance between my heart and yours is infinite
But i refuse to believe I lost control.

It's in the patterns honey,
It's in the circles we trace
It's in the million faces you take
It's in my conviction that what I need is you.

Fair is to say that alter egos don't exist,
this is only between you and I,
and the million characters I take to represent you
and the smile on your face when you think I talk about you
and the different triggers that rush through my body
when I realize I might never have you.


It is the eternal search for
love
lust
provocations
desire
desperation

and the refusal to settle for anything less.

Of moons and monsters in the City

I never understood certaing decisions I've made and their outcome.
I barely question them anymore, but try to live with my present.

I am now uncertain of my lack of regret
and I wonder if we work in patterns.

You were not at my doorsteps tonight,
and I know half of our romance is in the imagination of someone else.

But I wonder, boy do I wonder!
What is it in Me that makes You,
and gives you a place that you do not wish to have.

No, this is not about you.
It's about me.