A Love Letter to Sweet Casper

I want you to swim in my darkAnd stand by me when I fight But don't intervene For my claws become strongerIf you paint me afight This time they not so gently caress your skinCause you intended to fight my fightNot seeing I have fueled the fire to fight my own

There is an inner voice in my headWhispering that I can be on my ownThere are only few calendar daysWhere I'd rather go back to my little girl crushing on prince charming self While the real me knows it's an illusion to elude the delusionEven the attention I crave to getI get it through encompassing layers of enigma My beautiful mind making its own gamesPlaying them against meTesting if I will win And it knows from the beginning That I will solve it on my ownEven the foundations become a mazeI walk through the labyrinth Forgetting that I am ever one and performing Broadway as I appreciate the cliff

My brain has all the answersIt pretends to forget so I get out of my caveSeek other minds for the keysEven it knows that one sentence will unlock the value I needAll for those sentencesI live for the momentsSeek my protagonists as I walk among the crowdPretending to be themLooking around and applying their motives on my ownWearing them as my one of the thousand facesThe very obvious fate of the writer is born

You see most poets don't write about themselvesThey write about nature, while they run away scared from their ownThey write about the crowd as they force their inner voices on silent modeThey write about how noisy it is outside projecting their own psyche to those around Oh and finally they write love lettersPoems to many object of desiresTurning those who never existed into statues Then get mad when those statues don't reciprocate the songs they singSame statues get carried into the graveyardThe alleged unspoken A love letter to sweet Casper