I Wish That I Could

I hate you.
I can't stand the way you make me feel.
You make it impossible for me to heal.
Why did you do this to me?

This is my life.
I am laying it down in front of your feet.
I'm trying to tell you I miss your heat.
I can no longer walk with this in my heart.

It's a burden I can't handle.
I knew it wouldn't always be easy,
But this is crazy.
I don't want this.

I love you.
I'm angry because I miss you.
With out you I wallow in the blue
And it hurts.

That is the truth.
After everything that has happened,
My world has blackened.
Please light it again.

Do Not Resist.

Resistance is futile.
It will wash over you.
Like an open ocean,
Its limits are ever expanding;

Its strength is equal.
It will sting you.
It will knock you down.
You cannot avoid it.

It forgets nothing you have done,
Even when you have.
It will make you feel those pains,
It only knows your pain;

I cannot feel itself.
Just a combination of Guanines, Adenines, Thymines, and Cytosines.
But how can we feel then?
We are of the same beginnings?

Why have we been given such a curse.
A burden such as this,
To do nothing but destroy and make our bliss,
Where is the humanity in it?

Resistance remains futile,
Let it wash over you;
Let it remind,
Let it expand your mind

Broken for Better

I'm a broken record that refuses to play.
Refuses to slide around the grain of society.
I skip the beat and create a new song.
I'm a nuisance to some,
A sign of reality to others.

I'm a photo that didn't stay in the darkroom long enough.
Creating new lights and darks.
An example of your impatience,
But also released to early to bask in your lies.

I'm the book you skimmed through.
You think you know what I'm about,
But you don't even know the half of it.
Barley even able to scrape up the basic meaning of who I am,
You never took long enough to pay attention to tell the difference between
My sarcasm and my truth.

Fortunately for me,
There are people who can hear the beauty of a broken record.
People who take pride in a mistaken piece of art.
And those who take the time to read every page of the dusty book on the shelf.

Although you can't see this reality,
Because you are stuck in a fallacy,
Some people have found the fine line between reality and their dreams.
And know when to combine them together to make our world:
A better one.