Perplexing Subjecting

Everyday, I walk deeper into tomorrow as I leap. Falling into his green eyes, again and again. His lips, resting on my forehead. While his loud snores, rumbling in my ear.

I sleep ever so soundly! I have a belief, that I have found someone. Someone that exponentially reaches out to the savage that I harbour inside.

In conjunction, too soon are the feels.

The longer you wait, the harder it will be; that is to set her free.

Judgment, it’s safe to say you’re faking the purpose of making a moment.

The one they call happiness. Denying for lack of trying.

She was crying and you couldn’t help but second guess. Yes, she’s a total mess.

“To capture the blissful tears of the sun would be to absorb the wondrous rays of the moon and allow it to cascade your every desire.” —D. Mosley

Yes is the hardest part.

You like her, but there’s always a but; you can’t believe.

Now unstable and with no direction.

Although she’s full of affection.

A little self-reflection makes the connection.

Damaged from being alive, has made her stronger.

If her life, without being that exact way.

She would never have learned to pray.

It’s very overwhelming, especially when she’s so used to getting hurt.

She’s been left—screwed over, of course.

Hark too, how hard it is to not slink into emotional or moral sensitivity.

In regard to personal dignity.

Holding back, trust this to be imperative; just matter-of-fact.

How hard it is, to not sink into emotional or moral sensitivity.

Operand this emotional attack.

Attempts resolution.

Yet still come up short.

Strive, so you both can arrive.

To get past, the not so distant and distance past.

Disillusion this blindsiding; not sure what’s hiding.

Proclaim the blast, a fast action, satisfaction, caused a reaction.

Top shelf recounts, objurgate self.

Thwarted, on the brink of a mind holding breakthrough?

So, called to the resemblance.

Whose meaning is it, to explain pertaining feels?

Is this in vain? She’s far from Plain Jane.

More like ballistic, artistic, with rhythm.

Bump, pump, thump.

She is a studied, passive grump.

Sadistic, pessimistic, and sometimes overly unrealistic.

Socially awkward; contrary to being omnifariousness.

Equivocal articulation, impetuous to be subtle.

Yet feeling helpless, self projected for life is hectic.

Selfishly hell-bent, not one thing is planned.

Not sure of “who” is in command.

For only spontaneity?

Are you in control?

“Skepticism will gradually diminish and your fear will turn to love… all art was modern.” —Nicholas Serota

May it be; at the helm of this war ship, then yes.

She had burst upon him so unconventional.

Feeling defeated, and in-completed, trying not to be repetitious, as to alarm him.

Is this pure bliss?

The operation of the mind by which one becomes truly aware of thought or perception. This including: mental processes of acquiring the signs.

Causing—pause, rewind, eject, reflect.

The wonder of rejection is failure.

It’s difficult to become, when trying not to be.

Irresponsible.

Axes’ could fall on the neck, but, What is it?

Revisit just how, as a whole not only singular.

It is diss-representative.

Thine a statement is: Forgive.

The past is each past. Set before the now.

Because of this you’d think both shall live in harmony.

If you only exacerbate five percent.

Thence surely deftness will elude.

Thence is incomprehensible, forever flummoxed.

To give your all; is more of a regard, than being lethargic.

Isn’t it? Confusion from being blind, whilst someone is being real.

How mote it be?

Kneeling down before the hand that’s dealt.

Let it be felt.

Be non-solvent.

What’s inside; is who she’d been trying to hide.

From having not a feeling of herself, accomplished.

Being in a state of real. It’s only the fakest expression of worry. Take a shot.

So, she’d put it out there.Where as, to be fair, pause, thinking disbelief as too being a square.

It reveals you to yourself.

Ocularly as when standing and viewing in the mirror. A reflection for when she looks into his eyes; seeing perfection.

Only. Carefree, Gentle, Intellectually, staring right back at her. A whole soul.

Wise within the limited measures of his experience. In this universe, they live the different lives.

Albeit, still very attainable, for a matter of fact. Of that pure undeniable kiss—being the reason.

1. As to why she’s confronted with treason of her own contradiction, mind over matter, although as they say, “It don’t matter.”
2. Time is fickle Shame is felt because she melts. No problem as was thought to be over all predominated.
3. Thus enabled her too quell, heretofore proclaimed tumult. Aye, afraid, is scary. Genial being new, let it be.
4. Way too few can just extinguish past shock. Gaining grip. Yes at last as he reshapes; she once again melts. This is the ode to be.
5. Once separated and individual, now joined. What was once heartfelt in the past.

So affectionately tender, carefree beautiful, each so fond. Both all but once felt humbled. For can this will invite a brand of new bonded exchange, of much sought after optimism.

When creating a home, it’s not of what you have but of who you have.Creating a magnet. Forcefully drawing amazing things in life. Directly from your pace path of fate.

Toward everlasting, understood harmonious waves.

Of affection shared of him with her&her of him.