it should not feel extinguished, that is the point

a dilemma, to accept little or 

to expect the best, 

to define "little" by self, 

is it a lens too harsh?

too critical? but the same lens

defines "the best" too easy

so it cancels out.

polarizing, extreme views:

love the way I want, or

don't love at all, leave, 

such is the nature of my expectations,

regrettably, I know it appears I condescend

on every lover, every friend

but I only demand for what I give,

it is fair, how an epic bond is built.

awareness is a gift, and I know 

I project my quixotic desires unto others,

a love for the books, 

a friendship for the movies,

but I want it. I demand it.

there lies a burning passion

in my heart, and it must be matched

if it feels extinguished, 

what is the point?

if should not feel extinguished

that is the point.

be able to look yourself in your eye

old memories, thick haze,

castles destroyed in craze.

living vial, moments reconstructed,

coercing 'chosen' to be 'stuck with'.

loving emails, frayed notes,

the last of the heart before it broke.

sun shining, new beginnings, 

forgiveness so that life feels fulfilling.

a new person, pain is dimmer,

movement comes from turning the eye inward.

pain caused is forgiven, but the battles not forgotten,

you can rise only when the walls have truly fallen.

let it sink, let it tear,

you can listen beyond what you hear.

go away from the light, blanket of darkness

now is the time to get it off your chest.

still, in order to heal

love yourself fully, and be honest

you have to do justice to your soul.

always be in sync, never lie to yourself

will anything into existence, and most importantly,

be able to look yourself in your eye.