A rock and a hard place is where I most often find myself.
Such is the case at least in terms of the window I’m looking out of,
Do I stay, go, is this even a thing?
Currently located in a dreamy place in life where I can be all and everything I’ve always wanted.
Yet I still look for happiness outside of myself.
I’ve been called a ‘social butterfly’ so I guess it makes sense
but I have a habit of stabbing the air and grabbing where there’s nowhere and no one
to find nothing in hope of unearthing the one thing I’ve always wanted and sometimes thought I’ve had.
She’s nice. Really sweet. Never bitter, not to me at least.
It’s cool to see her when I do, but sometimes climbing up the walls she puts up is an insurmountable task.
This is foreign territory although the battle repeats itself.
A weird little romance that is kind of there but kind of non-existent
In my mind’s eye I see what could be
but past memories of my strikeouts, failures and foul balls off sidewinders
remind me not to jump the gun; have patience.
She’s amazing in a few dozen different ways.
I would go into detail but it would give it away,
for I don’t want my sappy-go-lucky,
angst ridden ballad to become the cause of my own hopes, foiled.
Her smile is as natural as the soil that grows a beautiful garden that is her life;
Birds and bees tend to her flowers
and the showers from rainclouds and heavy storms past
provide a canopy of shade where her head rests at dusk.
Bright and early the sun rises and the moon leaves,
taking her along with it.
What a shame.
I would love to love her,
but I can’t with this heart scarring nimbus hanging silently above her.
I know more of the story is untold and whatever unfolds is whatever unfolds
but I can’t help but feel like a Crystal Baller without a clue.
perhaps love really is a battlefield; if so, may the God of War
look favorably upon me, a heart-bruised Athenian
who just wants that goddess that he’s cool with to let him in.
-RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 