The rhythm,
Cementing the tragedy,
Reliving it momentarily.
Bleeding to be saved,
Romance the savior,
Reflection is beauty,
Control is behavior.
How can we save ourselves?
How can we go on?
How do we let go?
The death of love.
It happened,
We existed,
We felt more than we could have imagined,
Forever plastered in pictures and poems.
I am the creator,
Of the past,
How I remember it,
Forever makes it last.
You were the wounded,
The little bird I tried to save,
From past experiences I knew,
Yet I still tried to save you.
Love is the connection,
Severed and in dismay,
Love is the existential bummer,
That we all somehow crave.
Logic is our savior,
As well as our demise,
Learning to live and dream,
And still feel alive.
Emotional awareness,
My greatest asset,
Self rationalising till I fully understand it,
Emotions clouding the water, I drift in it.
I can't save the ones I love,
I can only live in awe,
Experiencing "mindgasm",
That's what I'm striving for.
