The Secret

The past is the past.
Yet,
It haunts us so.
We study it,
Because for some reason
We still make the same mistakes.
But your own past?
That,
Can eat you alive.
Make you lose sleep.
Or even,
Make you lose your head.
Maybe even your life.
Your choices condemn you,
Whether or not you've learned
Right from wrong all these years ago.
That is all people judge you by.
So you say the past is the past.
But the past decides your future,
No matter what you do to make it up.
It comes back.
Full circle,
Just to take you out.
So how do you make up for past sins?
I haven't found the answer.
So when you know it,
Let me in on your secret.

Smoldering

How do you change
Your perspective on yourself?
Day in and day out,
Trying to feel better
About who you are.
But everyday you look
And see the same.
Nothing has changed,
Except those around you.
So you give up,
Trying not the think.
Still it all remains.
Those feelings inside,
Tearing you down,
Ripping apart what's inside.
So you give up knowing
There's nothing else that can be done.
Yet it all remains,
Smoldering inside.

Her

She enters the room,
And the world stops turning.
Yet,
No one seems to notice.
It's in Her smell,
The way She walks and talks.
Yet you know you can't have Her.
Settling for a "Hello" and a "Goodbye"
You watch Her leave.
Watch Her leave Her imprint upon your mind,
Your heart.
Just like that She's gone,
But She remains behind in your dreams.
Never leaving you alone,
Without ever being around.
She's always around.
And so you dream.