Breathe in Bitter Senses

of everything that once could have been.

I watch people put self-timers on
to catch their own lives in action
and I can't help but laugh
because the only memorable moments
are the ones we can't picture ourselves in.

and the people that I try to convince
over and over and over again
(that this life will only be as fulfilling as the lives were living)
keep choking on their chances to renovate themselves.

it does not always have to be about growing up
but, at some time, it does have to be about growing out.

For you,

I want to steal the fear in your eyes.
The fear to break away from the familiar love that entraps you.

I want to steal the fear from your voice.
The fear that one day your confidants will become your critics.

I want to steal the fear in your touch.
The fear that maybe you don't deserve to be touched.

I want to steal the fear in your tastes.
The fear that resides in your inability to eat up anything but a routine.

I want to steal the fear in your cries.
The fear that they are going to leave you just like they were once left.

and what I want most is to steal the FEAR FROM YOUR LIES.
for only the ones that are MOST AFRAID
can honestly blanket themselves with a fantasy they can slick anyone into.

From me.

But then again growth would not be complete
without fear of walking into the unknown alone.

So i place any stolen fear right back
and tell the world that I am sorry:
nothing has changed.
As you sit dissecting which words describe you
instead of just letting them be.

its just a reminder of a hypocrites lesson:
it never matters what your intentions may be
if your end result is all that person can see.