Get me out of the twilight

Please tell me again
how we ended up like this.
Show me where we met,
the second you noticed me.

Describe me again what you
tell everyone, and help me
remember every detail
of our first kiss.

This is more than I expected.
Much more than I was last week.
The way we picture ourselves
in each other's minds
is more than we'll ever be.

But it's beautiful,
it's special.
And it will always be.

Talk to me about their eyes
over and over again
and let me hear what I will sing too
to them, but first to you.

Let me taste them too,
all those new songs
you wrote when we
were born.

There are ways, I'm sure,
to get me out, to let me
into your own mind.
But you don't know what I feel is true,
I can't see what you see.

But it's beautiful,
it's special.
And it will always be.

Weirdness

How you transform into someone else
in a day, in a minute
- but only to me -
and how this haze turns mellow
and bright and cloudy.

How it should all be weird
but isn't
- at times at least -
and why I just know
what you disagree with.

How passions come and go,
how you lose interest in your goal
- the obvious one -
and today the mood is as shaky
as the weather.

I see my questioning face
in your mirrors
and turn away.
I look back again
and you keep on staring
forward, to something present.

Something is missing,
something irrational.
I am missing
you.
My rationality
is missing too.

Bad timing

And endlessly fighting our memories.
Searching for bad times.
I remember the bad times, they were there.
But have I lost them?
Did you take them all, leaving me
with nothing but the good memories.
The sweet ones. The ones that keep me going.
The ones that keep me crying.
The sound of the crashing on my pillow deafens me.
Those good memories, of candles, of hidden chocolate.

And then the morning light lit up the room,
softly, as if in contrast to the harsh words,
the cold, the crashing.
I was alone. I have been the whole night.
I am still.
But I am not asleep. Sleep doesn't make sense
without you.
Neither does waking up.
Especially not to a bad dream,
one filled with good memories.

Good is overrated. And bad timing makes it bad.