petal poetry

pinnacles and pitfalls

21:09 15/10/2018

eternally indecisive
with delicate mutters on my lips
i stand so hopeful
of what the night could bring

this or that
i can never take enough
so i decide on only one
either be full or helplessly starve

this or that?
because anything in the middle is too hard
i can be rude or too kind
but i can only pick one

love or hate
it's an easy choice
for one will hurt me
the other... won't hurt at all

for who would fall for a pitied pitfall
one that's too obvious with its darkness
a hopeless romantic
who's as hopeless of a person

with my pressured head
56 weights on top of it
it still sways, undecided
should it fall already?

and how do i feel
is it all a story
or is this my truth untold
for it's just too scary

happy or sad
it's out of my control
but i don't think they understand
... oh well

and i wish for too much
ask for miracles
how dare i be so disappointed
that they just can't deliver

why am i this or that
do i have to choose
is there a middle ground
that won't make me lose

but i can't fly temporarily
my weights keep me grounded
and i shouldn't experiment
what it'd be like weighing nothing

silly this and that
always coming to conclusions
but i can only see through my eyes
that's why i keep losing

that, i choose
because it's more difficult to get
though it's too far to see
should i just forget it?

this, too easy...
and inaccesible all the same
i should find something more useful
than these immature phone games

and... is my answer
complexity over constraints
don't blame me for the monotonous words i use
for i am not meant to be in colour

21:18 15/10/2018