I can feel you talking about me

I can feel you talking about me
those are my words echoing off your soft lips
into your thoughts under your streaming conscience
I can creep beyond your mind into my own uncertainty
a place that knows nothing here is simply for effect
every cautious phrase every careful word in place
working their magic day by day to offer up serenity, loyalty
there is a constant search taking place to extract something
thoughts that begged their own Independence congregate here
to breathe their own breath and grow and cry and scream
maybe to offer up consolation or something toothsome
at night is what is worse, how they leave me in silent aching
words and thoughts devour my minutes and my peace of mind
threatening I make something good to think on
before I can rest my head
am I to succumb to another restless night
or am I to spend the night both consumed and without
as the ambiguity of my character rises up into my throat
keeping company with you and me and my unchanging fidelity
I carefully choke on all the words I plan and never put to use
And I tell you things that don't belong in the space between us
-and you know
you know there are things about me hidden within my own words
things I cant see

doomed faith or destined fate?

Ignite your wrath and you spark a fervor inside me
deep in the center of my core chasing a lingering fate
haunting thoughts and moments and fantasies
You have me digging into the corner of my being
chipping away at the polished veneer of a thousand complacent smiles
who's begging me freshen up with pretenses and compliance
ignoring the presence of convention in the eyes of the priestess
Only to be devoured by this consuming conscience
screaming inside of every thought I hold for you
is the notion that this is fate and it can be destined or doomed
I realize I am holding ground for beliefs I'm not sure I believe
How much faith will it take to prove I can trust you?