Repetition in Words Does Not Create True Meaning

Buy some time -- let it rest upon your skin as the sun touches, warms, and dries out the seconds that race and waste.
Speak and repeat -- contradict your words because of the dissatisfaction that causes you to run and return with haste.

Am I that identifiable on your radar? I thought you caught and released me ages ago, but I find you still attempting to reach across the aisle. Not to rest your hand as only a friend can, but to push me over the ledge. Deceit is the only love you have ever had. No length of time and no amount of words that you choose to preach could ever convince me that you know what it really means to give your heart to another.

Give your speech -- the hypocritical statements leave little room for actual conversation. As I turn cheek, I hope you can see beyond your own body to the world slowly receding from you. Happiness does not come to those who are unable to feel anything but pity for themselves because pity is a selfish emotion disguised as care.

I used to hope that we'd be able to connect again, but it has become obvious that everything I believed us to be based upon in the first place was false. I do hope a true epiphany will come your way, but I highly doubt that as long as you fake your way through friendships, relationships, and speeches of love and devotion.

Moments Unfolding

you fill my heart with something new and redeeming, giving it a new breath of life just when its support was starting to fade. my mind cannot even begin to comprehend your presence, but my soul reaches for your hand to hold and to be mine. a sigh is heard, relinquished at the drop of a second, in the very first moment my eyes found yours. the ground beneath me could be felt dropping only to rise again, thundering in its own silence, beginning to build the wall that surrounds our world, the one only you and i could ever find. others come, pressing their hands upon the glass, looking in on a love folding in and fanning back out with colors never seen before, something so beautiful its blinding to the sight. not a sound is heard above the unspoken words floating between your heart and mine, our own little song forming itself above, adding on to the soundtrack of our lives. with words constantly failing me in attempts to explain, comfort can only be found in your embrace, where our souls kiss and remember the life we had shared before, in a time we can no longer see.