Fear.

When it comes down to it I think we're all afraid of the idea of fear and what it will pertain to. 

I want you to make me feel alive, but it seems you're already dead. 

Same

I feel uninspired,

Feelings hard and retired.

Having many opportunities to become great, but instead I came out molded and shaped like everyone else. 

With the same corners, edges, and color, what's unique about the life of a brick?

I don't know if it's good or bad that I can't relate to who I used to be. 

Blue eyes have always been my thing, but you make brown eyes beautiful. 

The Pinecone

Your eyes are clear and blue like a lake.

But your mind is not, and I don't understand it.

It's like finally understanding how to add,

And then the teacher introduces fractions. 

Like a system of equations that was true. 

But now, the point has changed, and suddenly there's, 'no solution'. 

But in one brief moment a pinecone hung from the ceiling between you & I. 

"What's that supposed to be, mistletoe?"

And in that moment I set myself up,

the equation changed and now there's 'infinite solutions'. 

And while your clear eyes remain, mine darken to match my brain. 

Because my feelings are so lost they can't walk in a straight line. 

And a mere pinecone in the forrest has become a memory of your lake. 

Aspects of Love

You say 'Love', but what do you mean?

"I Love You"

How broad your feelings could be,

You love nature, because you like being outside.

You love your mom, because she gave birth to you. 

You love your family, because it's obligatory and they know every moment of your life since birth. 

And friends? You hear it all the time. 

"I Love You"

Pass a group of girls and you'll at least hear it once. 

But those words of love so often mask a sharper truth. 

But I believe the love we all dream of is a much deeper love, that of one another, a selfless love. 

Where you'd give up anything and suffer their worst pain. 

A love where a fight isn't enough to kill the many seconds of time spent together. 

A love that balances physical attraction with genuine care. 

Where making the other happy is enough to liven your day. 

"I Love You"

The words that echo from a temporary voice. 

And so often love is driven out by lust. 

And while a lover lay satisfied, the body next to them is a stranger that's lost their self worth. 

You say you love me, but what do you mean?

There's many kinds, and love is complicated, but tell me..

  Are you in love with a person? 

Or are you in love with their lust?