Fairytales: The Ballad of Lovers

She looks over at him, and he turns to her with a knowing smile.
He looks over at her, and she turns to him with a knowing smile.
The breath in him is the reason she breathes.
The breath in her is the reason he breathes.
Suffocating together.
Suffocating apart.
Suffocating.
Suffocating.

He touches her hand lightly, and she hears the words in his soul.
She touches his hand lightly, and he hears the words in her soul.
The words from his lips are the reason she moves.
The words from her lips are the reason he moves.
Paralysing together.
Paralysed apart.
Paralysing.
Paralysed.

They hold each other and watch as the sun rises, life feels complete.
They hold each other and watch the stars fall, forever now complete.
Picture perfect, like they dreamed, yet so fragile.
People's envy, like they do hear, yet so fragile.
Secluded together.
Secluded apart.
Secluded.
Secluded.

To stand and stare at their love from the outside, breath taking.
To stand and stare at their love from the outside, terrifying.
Their love's existence, inviting.
Their love's existence, acting.
Reality or fantasy.
Fantasy or reality.
Real fantasy.
Real fantasy.

Lost

I'm unhappy.
This is something I can actually admit.
Even though I smile and laugh with people around, I truly feel unhappy inside.
I can't for the life of mi tell why.
Sure there are things I want, everyone has those.
But nothing so serious that I need to be sad about.
I fight feelings of loneliness, yet I'm surrounded by many.
I fight feelings of failure, yet I know I am not close to one.
I wake up almost daily with a feeling that something vital, something important is missing.
Something so important I feel lost without it.
Maybe it's because there is so much i want to do, yet I feel trapped.
Trapped.
That caged feeling is slowly creeping back in.
I want to free fall.
I want to be un-trapped. Unlocked. Found.
I'm so tired of this back and forth.
Almost feels like this was this wrong place....