These words

They are everything

The first meeting, the first text

The long nighty phone conversations

These words

They were analyzed

Phrases were rehearsed and planned

These words

They are the reason you fell for me

Crafted so carefully

Presented so articulately

These words

They mean nothing

If they aren’t made for you from me.



How do we escape this haze?

Every day seems the same

Some shine bright

While others fade to gray.

How do we find the order

When everything seems to be in disarray?

Wake up together

Fall asleep beside one another

But some days it doesn’t feel the same.

How do I become the hero again?

As time passes

It seems I am more fit to play the villian

Can I redeem myself or is all hope lost?

This haze runs too deep

This uncertainty too thick.

How do we rise above

And return to what we once were?