Dreams Are A Dying Breed

Night.
This is when I am most alone.
When everyone sleeps I stare at empty screens waiting for replies.
This computer is just the read-out of emotions
and regardless of who I'm talking to
it remains as impersonal as a crowded street.
I'm at the corner of life and love
everyone seems to be walking with a destination in mind
I tread backwards towards indecision
This feels just like home.
And if home is where the heart is
                   I'm fucked.

That's right ladies and gentlemen.

Line up one and all to see the amazing loner

Able to leap from relationship to relationship in a single bound

Runs as fast as a speeding bullet from commitment

Can be back-stabbed multiple times without shedding a single tear or drop of blood.

I tell you, he's a wonder.
                 [A wonder I'm still relevant.]

Day.
I wake up to the thought:
Would you love me?
Come take these sticks and stones
The ones that have been breaking me more than words
Can't find them?
Me neither.
There are none strong enough to replicate the damage.
Let's build a relationship on these shifting sands
Brick by brick upon shaky ground
Maybe if we finish it
(and it looks good enough)
We can pass it off as fine.
I will love until my heart is incapable of beating
Will it be returned to me?
I hope in time.
There will always be a smile that catches me off guard
A laugh that entangles me
A stare that captures me
Or a kiss that takes my breath away
Will it be yours?
I hope so
You have seen the tip of the iceberg
Dare to look below the surface and you will see nothing else
Once you figure yourself out
And plan your life 
And rebuild your confidence
And restructure your heart
And rediscover your beauty
I will be there.
Because my home is where my heart is.
Yours.