you thought
you were better just due to that one aspect
highly regarded in proverbial society
but those ideals were not
cast in iron and stone
there was always something else to learn
if you could only open your eyes
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
I don't know you
but I know
how the air dissipates when you pass
the way your eyes convey your silent emotions
how disappointment makes vermilion flush your face
.
.
.
and who you were attracted to
(she was not me)
(is that enough?)
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
I know you would never love me
I know perhaps there would be someone else who loves me truly
Yet the future does not concern me now
When I know you will never be in it
Could you spare me a loving touch
even though I postulate nothing more than a passing glance
How does attraction work
the unknown machinations of the fragile cage
and the weeping bird inside it
singing of sorrow coursing through mauve streams
inundating the body whilst weakening the mind
Once I hankered after the thought of love
but now I just think about you.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC