The relationships tango

Sometimes it seems

The more vulnerable I get

The more I do

The less appreciated I feel

Does it sound familiar?!

Or peculiar?

Sometimes scary

Sometimes naughty

Sometimes courageous

Sometimes blue!

Sometimes me

Sometimes you

Sometimes feelings

Sometimes blue!

The art of beeing

With everything you are

Next to me

Next to you

Next to Eternity!

The more I am

The more the pressure

You feel

The more ...the feeling

The less...don't know

The more I feel

The more you're scared

The more emotion

The more rationalization

The more the struggle

Less the words

I see it's hard...

I don't know why...

I get it...yet

It still hurts

That's my pain...

But our cycle

Our tango

We did not dance, today!

Yet part of it

Part of us

Part of human nature?

Part of healing?!

Beeing apart

Beeing away

Feeling unsafe

Feeling unseen

Although I know

It's not the intent

It's just a wound

A fear, beneath the shelves

Where one can swim

The other drowns

Where one can love

The other fears

Where one mind dreams

The other's fears

Where one could feel

The other kills

Beeing dramatic, of course

It feels the worse

Yet this is my registry

That's why is called poetry!

The more I am

The less I know!

The more I care

The more I fear!

I know I shouldn't feel this way

Yet, when I dare

To ask

To dream

To hope

I get excited

Just like a child!

And like a child,

I yearn for you!

And when I fall

I fall deep

In my existential mud

My inner dirt

My sacred pain!

I lie down

And just give up

At times

I return to myself

I return to self care!

And start to remember

That existentially...

We are alone on this world!

Although for a while

We cross our paths with others!

We're born alone

And we die alone!

A tear is falling from my eyes

I would cry a river

If I could

Coz I don't believe in this

Although it is an existential truth

I choose to remain

An everlasting romantic!

To believe in two

To believe in us

To believe in love!

Although it hurts

To believe in beeing true

And vulnerable

With all the pain

We tend to experience!

I'm here for me

I'm here for you

I'm here for her

I am here for us

I know it shouldn't

But it still hurts

That my brain perceives it

Like...not prefering me

Prefering to stay alone

Than next to me

Staying sad and lonely

Rather than having fun

Next to me!

I know it's not that

Yet...cannot stop my wounds

Showing themselves

Hurting me,

Killing me, softly!