beyond MY reach

Not pointing fingers,
Tears from my brain,
Have flown into my eyes.
I will not blink,it would be embarrasing.
I just stare and assume what I deduce,to be nearest to the truth.

I incompletely match your thoughts.

The more days roll,
The higher we fall,up then down,
Far from eachother.
At some point feels like you are controlling destiny.
As I,the fool in love,watch helplessly.

I fail to meet your wishes.

Space...Vaccum...
Mediums we gladly swim in.
Your chin raised high above my head,
All I see,is your glorious neck,
Red lip-gloss glittering for ocassions I never attend.
I try to play pretend,
Oooh! You shamelessly fall into the game,
Wild heart turned tame.

Wait...here...hold my flaming heart.
Is the burn beyond your reach?

I know my radiating feelings do not move your thinking.
I'm forced to conclude your mind is made up,
You now know what you want.
Certainly not a blunt pen-knife,
Rather a sharpened double edged sword.
One edge...speaks silently,
The other...whispers loudly.

I cannot touch your heart and soul.

The serious joke about it all is,
You have perfomed the first cut before.
It was deep but I healed it using understanding and patience,
As you spoke,I listened in between your words,
Whilst you cut and inflicted reasons attached to lessons.

On the other blade,
I experienced whispers of conflicting emotions,brushing against preset fate,
Where the less you said...
You know what comes next.
Sadly I try to fix and you test me more,
Concepts misunderstood.

I pray,to reach you someday.

Though I already have in more than a thousand ways.
Blessed monday.

M.O.O aka Carswell the forgotten heart.