In the Night...

preceding the dawn, i have received no shelter from the dark abyss known as my mind and it's daunting demonstrations, or thoughts. again, i'm am in a state of seclusion, steadily directing this vessel with no compass or sense of direction. i'm lost...and i'd rather remain this way.

shall i continue revealing my effulgent devotion? i love her, yet it seems her past relationships continue to hinder her, making it difficult for her to trust...for fear of emotional heartbreak. my plethora of fidelity has not been disproven, nevertheless she doubts me. oh, how i wish that wasn't the case...
Hopeful Again,
-Mr. Vaughn

Confusion.

my ambivalence appears...did she notice? should it matter?

this mixture of memories renders, upon me, difficulties. i suppose this recollection reveals my uncertainty yet again. why do i feel this way?

shall i request a divination?

Baffled,
-Mr. Vaughn

Easy Going?

i've trialed insensitivity as my soul's concept and conclude that senses are both the cause and cure of loneliness.

with the sight of her, happiness shines radiantly, although dimming with the thought of vanity.

with the sound of her, a melody gently encases me, soothing me, although abrupt silence follows my immediate reality check.

i'd go deeper, yet my emotions cascade as waterfalls, flowing unceasingly. since sensitivity seems, to some, unseen, maybe she'll see it's abundance in me.

Tangled,
-Mr. Vaughn

If Only

stuck in thoughts only described as situational, i wander through previously presented possibilities...if only i had her.

with deep consideration of her qualities and personality, i conclude myself as her sole counterpoint. if only she could understand.

i am in love with her. if only i wasn't afraid.

i seem to live in the unchosen options of life. if only i lived life with love in view...

"if only" seems to keep me motivated, as does she. the only difference...she moves me effortlessly.

Uncertain,
-Mr. Vaughn

Mid-Air

reality now mimicks my imagination with the revealing of an unknown, maddening shroud known as her opinion. for the last time, she empties her memories of me.

i present a frightening ultimatum, "Love Me or Leave Me"*, with bold honesty. passion has been inscribed on my heart and, although heartbreak is a possibility, i refuse to willingly let her go.

Frightened,
-Mr. Vaughn

Possible

visions of love flash before my mind's eye, and the birds' begin a serenade of sweet sincerity. the sun sinks beneathe the sea creating a flamboyant canvas in the sky. i take into consideration my life in general...it's not as bad as it seems.

i'm still living. that has to mean something, right? with love, anything is possible. so as time passes, i'll keep in mind that, even though she doesn't feel the same, the feeling i have doesn't need to change. my purpose in life: to love and be loved.

Still Alive,
-Mr. Vaughn

"One Thing"

my reflection is...unbearable. i hate how it looks now: miserable eyes with overflowing sadness. drowning myself in love songs, wishing she would lend me her security just for tonight. am i too weak?

self-analysis reveals my sensitivity and i, with every endeavor to refute showing pain, cry. tears are the remedy for the hurting soul, i presume. so, as i wipe away the only thing that reminds me i'm still human, i laugh at myself. i don't want to be alone...i hate being alone. but life tends to unfold the way it is supposed to. i will not go against fate. rather, i will follow the sun and find the one thing that makes me smile...love.
Faithful,
-Mr. Vaughn

Eye Opener

in my elation, i succumbed to my emotions and admitted my feelings to her. while beginning this unveiling, i noticed the beautiful smile once apparant on her face fade...my biggest fear now staring blankly into my eyes.

heartbreaking. i feel as if i've ruined our friendship. revealing my soul only damaged my heart. maybe i should've kept it to myself...

Healing,
-Mr. Vaughn

Back Into Time

in my solitude, i realize my eagerness. on several occasions, i confessed myself as an admirer to her, yet she politely ignored my advances. obliviously, she still remains in my heart as my inspiration.

with time, my affection for her has yet to cease and, although oppurtunities have been presented, my fear of rejection has hindered my revealing of emotions. still...it's easy to slip into day-dreams...maybe one day she'll grant me another oppurtunity...

Hopeful,
-Mr. Vaughn

The Beginning

good day. my thought process is hardly understood by many, but here's an oppurtunity to figure it out...i am a hopeless romantic.

the poetry must be a complex simplicity that vents my self-pity. my past has been filled with heartbreak, resulting in insecurities i have yet to reveal. in my denial i have written about the success of a sincere approach to "The One". and to start off my revelations, ALL of my poems have been written about the same gal...

Sincerely,
-Mr. Vaughn