Posts Tagged With: transition

How Far We’ve Come


Let’s see how far we’ve come.
We were strangers in paradise.
We found common ground in our differences.
In time we saw each other as reflections of one another.
We reached through the looking glass & into each others lives.

Deep into the heart of life.
Down through the power lines.
Cut past the cityscapes.

Before sunrise & after the dark of night blankets the busy skies.
We drink, hold, kissed & told what little there was between us.
Years later we’ll look back and wonder how we got here.
But for now we’re just caught in the undertow, swept up into the thick of things.
Let’s see how far we’ve come.
Let’s see how close we are.

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Love Is The Game & The Prize


Ever since my VD experience (Valentine’s Day, not the other kind of VD or Vampire Diaries), I have been wondering where I stand with the many women in my life. I love many women, but am in love with few. Last night I had a chat with two of my closest friends who will be getting married to each other later this year (congrats once again), and they gave me some good advice. One thing that stuck with me was “If you’re close to each other just ask her directly”. I already do that when we talk about everything else, so why can’t I be direct when it comes to us?

I think that part of my hesitancy stems from not knowing how to gauge the way she treats me vs other guys. Yes, its me vs the world, only the world doesn’t know it yet! With most girls I can get a feel for their intentions towards me based on the way they look and talk with me or how affectionate they are. It’s like my Attraction GPS is off when it comes to her, yet somehow she always finds her way to me. I don’t want to take things for granted. I have no shame, so I can deal with being wrong about her and laugh it off over drinks and awkward stories. Oh the things we do.

Love is the game and the prize, and I am but one player (and no I don’t mean “Playa”).

Maybe someone can answer this question for me. When does “hanging out” become “dating”?

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Anything But Easy


You say that you have nothing to give, but your company is more than enough for me.
Would it really be so bad to be content with all that you are and all that we could be?
We don’t think, we just feel our way through each other’s thoughts.
Lying together, floating carelessly in the depths of our everyday history.
This should be easy & this would be easy, if only we’d stay out of the way and just let us be.
Why can’t we be?
Because there’s something that you won’t tell me, although I know you want to.

You want to let it out, but it’s trapt between the past and the fear of the future.
Of all the things we’ve said, it’s saying nothing that stopped us from being all that we could be.
I want to complete something, other than a sentence.
We can try to outrun this feeling or we can let it take hold and take flight.
The heart has reasons, that reason does not know; and we have something here, if only we’d let it show.
I’m sure that this uncertain state of simply being is not where we’re meant to stay as the days fade.
Perfect moments are made in the moment; we can either make it happen or just let it be.

I don’t want to live my life without you and I’ll take regret any day over not knowing.
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was to sit back and let you fall for this or that instead of me.
They don’t know you like I do, maybe that’s just my jealousy growing,
or maybe it’s just destiny speaking into me like a mic.
So take a look at your life and see what you can’t live without before you look at me,
I look at you, and we see what anyone could clearly see.
No questions or comments, I know what I know because I know you better than I know myself.
Let’s get out of our way and see what happens.
This should be easy.

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Got This Way


I don’t know how I got this way.
I can’t wait for you to show your face because I can’t replace the way I feel.
You’re one of the many, one of the few to capture my gaze.
I’m not ready to say that you’re right for me, but you just might be.
When you finally touch me and say the things that you do,
that’s when I know that they don’t know me like you do.
I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m glad all the same.

Without question you’ve got my back and my attention if only you knew.
I’ve got it bad for you now, and its getting better in the worst way.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked back trying to trace when I saw you differently.
I can’t figure out when I decided that I’d trade getting closer to you over anything else.
The longer I stay by your side, the less I see reason to leave.

Sometimes I try to breathe on my own and move on.
Sometimes I hold my breath and hold out for you to slip away from everyone else,
and slide into my arms.
The sensation is beautiful as you release me from your hold after a while.
It’s so amazing, the feelings I’ve felt as I think of you.
Sometimes I wonder about you more than I ought to and that’s when catch myself picking apart everything you do and all the lines you’ve said in between.

Is it alright for you to spend your time with someone like me?
There’s a difference in the room when you slip away, so I’m glad that you’re here today.
You’ve been so good to me and I can’t quite articulate it when we’re in the moment, but I’ve got to let you know somehow.
Someday I’ll think of some way to thank you for thinking of me before your own needs.
That’s why I don’t mind doing things for you.
You did things for me that I still can’t believe you did,
that’s why I always want to keep you here for years to come.
I’d give you all of my attention, none of my indecision,
and the rest is what we make of it.
I guess it’s like you always say, nothing’s real except what you feel.
And yet I still don’t know how I got this way, but maybe I don’t need a reason.

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