I.   THE ART OF FALLING DOWN

You have broken into me, illegal entry;
I'm flawed, by what you've chosen not to see;
Repressed truth, lost without my noose;
you've opened me; somewhat tight, somewhat loose.

Confused by perception and words so cruel;
I fell, deeper and deeper, a rhetorical fool.
Injured by scars re-opened too easily;
I reacted with dislocated mind, indecently.

Now, beyond the uncontrollable I lay;
buried knee deep in emptiness and dismay.
For what I want and what I need;
are burning and biting upon which they feed.

Stuck in between you and my own betrayal;
dwelling on unspoken thoughts, my senses fail.
Questions I wish you would begin to answer;
with words the science of silence can never utter.

II.  THE ART OF APPRECIATION

Here I am, hands tied, awaiting just a breathe;
a happy ending to this story before my death.
As time cascades these very words with a smile;
it reveals the reason all those moments were so worthwhile.

Your eyes so piercing, reading my mind;
your dreams so dear and so cleary defined;
That soft smile and those goofy happy faces;
the way you light up when those 80's hits play in places.

Those silent lips flowing ever so gently upon mine;
and how you always knew where to draw the line.
Those undeserved tears haunting your lovely face;
the only time I ever felt I wasn't out of place.

I'm the king of carrot flowers falling for your dreams;
those magical moments with theatrical themes.
Through the smiles, faces and sarcastic illusions;
I wanted you, loved you, seduced by sweet dilusions.  

III. THE ART OF LETTING GO

Beyond the credits, I look back at what I adore;     
crossing the line for you alone once more.
I'm Hoping for one more moment, even lies;
wishing I could find the fire in your eyes.

Instead, you take the breathe right out of me;
and leave a hole where my heart should be.
Without warning, you suddenly close the door;
and I wonder what I was actually there for.

Always wanted to get inside your head;
but I'd love you no matter what you said.
Always wanted your forgiveness for what they did;
but I'd love you no matter where it lead.

I'm afraid you're gone...

I don't want you;
I don't want you to go.
I've got the sun in my eyes;
I didn't see you passing me by.
I just wanted you;
I just wanted you to know.

I've had the sun in my eyes;
I'm sorry I didn't see you passing me by.
and I've had the wind in my ears;
I'm sorry I didn't hear you saying goodbye.