She came in
Like the Mongolian horsemen
With little or no regards for
The condition of my heart.
Her far-reaching love pillaged
Every corner of me, quieting
My songs:
My happiness blurring into grief.
Now I know she was right,
Now I know I can trust her,
She always knows what’s best.
A bleeding heart is a small price
To pay for such an amazing love;
She watches me, I’ve buried
My emotions so deep they’ll
Never meet her gaze.
I am dizzying and spiraling
Into the insensitive grasp
Of her eyes, my sensitivity
Taking me places I never thought I’d be. Everywhere you find me
You find not me but harlequins
Grotesquely painted to hide my pain.