the poet

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you don't understand
i don't understand
but explain?
explanations are more difficult than the hardest test
they come as often as a blue moon
but tonight perhaps the moon is blue
-or close to it.
the dawn of understanding comes
only after the setting of the moon
but now it is night
night - the domain of the moon
she shines her cool beauty on lovers
lovers romancing under the stars
the moon, the stars, the sky
forbidden access
but why?
why are there so many questions?
why are there so few answers?
a lover's query, to be sure
but what is love?
if not another gap in the logic of mankind
another gap, another question
but the gap must be crossed, the question answered
"I'd kill myself for you,
"And I'd kill you for myself."
when all else fails love is there
but what if there is no love?
there will always be love of somekind
but the love between man and woman is the most fulfilling
when this love is broken it can never be fixed
you must replace it.
but replacement is hard
i'm so scared of falling, falling, falling
i must be crazy
i must be stupid.
people like me don't deserve love
maybe that's why i'm scared
i can feel my heart falling
down, down, down
deeper and deeper, further and further
i no longer have interest in others
only in one
what if he hurts me;
what if i hurt him;
what if all of this is for naught,
done in vain?
i've been hurt before,
and i've hurt even more.
barracade myself, that's what i must do
the pain is still here
-kept inside, never to be revealed
i call for help
but my cries fall on deaf ears
if any ears at all
but no one is listening
no one cares.
about me,
about my fears,
about my falling.
my emotions escape my grasp
the tighter i hold them,
the quicker they slip through
maybe someone will find them
in a small, corked bottle
ready to be cast into the ocean,
never to be seen again.
my cigarette burns down to the filter
my time has ended
understanding evades you,
and explanations evade me.
but the question remains,
do you care?