nonsense, just plain nonsense

i think i could have loved you once

i really don’t know why

you could never want me back

(… that thought still makes me want to cry)

youre so vivid and so vibrant

so daring and so real

beautiful bad and brilliant

with an awesome senseless zeal

im just a pale pretender

young (and old) and so unsure

marred by self-inflicted wounded-ness

for which theres not a cure

in addition, im emotional

and arguably mad

(in the head, at the world,  

t’wards all things secret soft and sad)

you are radiantly sinful

reckless, bold, and slightly wild

i am worldly-ish in some ways

but, in essence, still a child

we’re divided by stark contrasts

far too frightful to ignore

yet your presence never fails to sway

my heavy heart to soar

we’re paradoxically perfect –

woefully wrong and wonderfully weird –

struck by shards of sideways glances,

unsaid words and long-lost chances

(forgone because im filled with furtive fear)

but if i was so foolish as to honestly confess

(in my delusion) all would change

into a blissful mess

and in that mess we would be quite contented just to lie

bright ephemeral stars against a dark and spiteful sky

inspired by the meteoric wonders passing through

we could be such a wonder, lonely me and lovely you

       (you believe in nothing

           and i believe in you

 isnt that all we really need?

            something simple pure and true ?)