Saturday, Jul. 13, 2002 | 2:16 A.M.
conflicts
Conflicts
It�s funny sometimes how events turn out
What goes through your mind
And what goes through your heart
How there is a delicate balance
Between yourself and another
Whom you love more than life
Yet, something happens along the way
Gestures you make, sentences you say
Actions you take
They all form this new being
A being, unlike yourself and yet,
Is yourself.
This being, like a parasite, consumes you
And your thoughts, feelings, emotions, actions
Until you do not know what YOU are doing
Then you look at the person next to you
You see in the eyes of a loved one
All emotions, all thoughts, all feelings
And you sulk, sink, shrink, shrivel, seep away
From this reality that has just been created.
Your loved one begs for answers
But you have nothing to add.
You want to run, run away from this situation
You want to scream, scream as loud as you can
You want to cry, cry with all your heart
You want to embrace, embrace the person you love
And never let go.
But you do not, you do none of these things
Why � sometimes you do not know yourself.
You want to do everything for this person,
But at the same time, you are afraid to.
Afraid of weakness, afraid of desire
Afraid of feelings, afraid of love.
Perhaps, but perhaps not
Maybe, you are afraid of letting go.
Letting go of the reality you have created,
For this reality that someone else sees.
Maybe you are afraid of being seen by someone,
The idea of being open and vulnerable
Makes you run and hide.
What do we have to fear, but ourselves.
But is this fear greater than love.
Is this anxiety more potent
Than the touch of another.
We are so concerned with our own desires,
That we lack vision.
The vision of someone who knows you are great
Who knows you are special
Who knows you are wonderful
Who knows you can be anything
Who knows you can do anything
Who knows you, more than you know yourself.
And the person who know all these things
Wants the most for you,
But who only wants you,
To be near, to be held
To be kissed, to be loved.
What is greater than a person
Who wants everything for you
And nothing from you.
It�s a little bit funny,
This feeling inside.
I�m not one for words or feelings,
But if I was,
There is only one phrase I would say to you
�I Love You�