Recycled

I often wonder what's genuine anymore.
Everything seems recycled; words, motives, emotions, and actions.
When will it feel fresh again?
Or are we all out of firsts?
Trapped in a constant state of deja vu, where everything feels like it did the last time.
Oh, how I long for something unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
Special, untainted, full of new awakenings.

Bittersweet

Your selfish words help no one but yourself.
Your thoughtless actions fail to agree.
I placed my heart before you as I pleaded on my knees.
How much do I have to beg?
What may I ask?
What may I question?
Everything but you.
Your body and soul complete, as my heart and mind race to a finish which cannot be reached.
A lost cause that contaminates everyone, even those who don't belong.
My eyes whisper what you want to hear and in your eyes I see where this could lead.
The taste however is bittersweet.
I cannot ask for anything more, for I am only able to question a question.
I don't want to convince myself anymore.
Create a new ending
substitute an old heart
handle it well
feel the way
forgive me
please just go away.

Precious To Me

Special ordinary days,
top of the world nights,
and everything in between.
All the sights that fill my eyes,
all the things within my grasp,
dreams yet to be seen.
Touch, sight, smell, hear and taste.
Mistakes made, lessons learned,
the strength of my beating heart.
Endless possibilities,
new experiences,
creating memories.
For another tomorrow,
and for today.
I will treasure the simplest of things,
because that is what's precious to me.