Another year has passed, a milestone I consider.
Places traveled, new circles formed; stroked with love.

What years preceding it should've been.
It has been fulfilling as it is melancholic.
Another new year draws near, anxiously I look forward to.

I hope the bittersweet insights I gained will make me ready to embrace my eventual self.

A chapter of my life has close, a new canvass has been laid. Keep living broken, keep breathing love.

I am not what I think I am and I am surely not what you think I am, but I will be the effigy of our collective interactions with each other.

Pulling away, yet growing closer than ever.
A  lovely dilemma, we desire to ignore.
Apprehensive, we closed each others doors,
Holding on each others knobs with gusto.
Our hearts stopped spilling love, but our ribs are breaking.

Cold shoulders, warm chests.
Light years apart, our consciousness still collide.
We look away, but our hearts pump longing for each other.

A disturbing but necessary evil
Pain helps us appreciate love
The more you love the more you get cut
But I'd rather get cut than live a cold life
It's what makes love forever unsettling
Yet infinitely alluring.

Are you, conflicted? You shouldn't be, right?
I mean, we all fall into trenches in life many times over. Down there, you may find the meaning to your existence. Maybe, it may give you the answer that long eluded you. But, before you stumble into it, you need to decide if you'll choose to uphold the rules you bear, or be prepared to get out of it completely different.

I know. We already established what kind of disposition this is, but you know how dangerously intimate this can get out of control.

But, if you're aware, I guess all will be well, and everything is clear?

We overestimate ourselves on the wrong things, and underestimate ourselves for the right ones.

We manipulate ourselves to fail, yet we project our failure on others with righteous indignation.

Misfortune shouldn't come as a surprise, yet we still get "swept off our feet."

You already assured our mutual destruction
Circling back is like winding a broken clock
Return whence you came, leave me in peace