Untellable

Some secrets are dark;
Even dangerous.
Don’t you spill a word,
The world will turn against you.

Some secrets are deadly;
Even engulfing.
Drowning in your own poison,
You can’t let anybody see.

Most secrets are shameful;
Even sinful.
Afraid of the consequences,
You’d rather self-harm.

All secrets are untellable;
Even deadly.
After all why would you,
Give others a chance to destroy you?

All secrets are secrets,
Tightly bolted shut.
Until one day someone walks in,
And screws your feelings up.

Fantasy

I have a fantasy for the night;
Prove me wrong,
It never felt so right.
You don’t know where I come from.

I have a fantasy that feels right;
Deep, dark, devils,
I succumb without a fight.
Falling into a bed full of nettles.

I have a fantasy that looks bright;
Sunny sunshine, autumn lights.
Reality is a monster,
It crashes in filled with fright.

Question Issue

Okay, you want to talk about it now? Is this God’s cue for me to reflect upon myself as well? I will never understand You for creating me this way, but I want to believe in the existence of a reason.

Opposites attract. Or do they? Are they meant to attract for a short period of time before they repel forever? Or are they meant to stay together?

Similarities attract. This phrase is nonexistent. Or is it? Do we really have to live life in a question mark?

And how do you stop it from happening? How do you prevent that deadly rush of dopamine that sends you on a roller coaster that starts from the peak and then dips all time low before it ends abrupt?

How do you know when is the go ahead? False signals? Hidden signals? Imaginary signals? Oh, were you actually hoping for signals? Sorry.

Give up? Give up yet? No? Why not?
Hold on? Hold on still? Yes? Why yes?

Do you pretend? Do you be frank? Discreet? Feigned oblivion?

There are times when you couldn’t go any further
down.

There are times that you will
drown.

What truly defines if you are
strong,

Pick yourself up from where you fell and
move on.

These are the times that you can’t
push.

These are the times you accept that you
lose.

Accept that if it’s
meant to be,

You will find a
way to live.

Until the day you feel a click in the lock,
So unexpectedly.
You’ll know the lock you’ve been trying to pick all your life,
Just needs the right key
That you’ll stumble upon
Sooner,
Or later.