I see the darkness of the world
in my reflection
a devil in each iris, fire in each pupil
and every intention
I have had in my possession
has been cruel
has been kind
has been fuel
to burn and bind
and every breath of mine
gives to take
takes to live
lives to ache
for twenty years i have hung upon the stake
asking heaven why my creation
is
Perhaps it is His infatuation
with watching unbuilt castles slide
off cliffs into the sea,
swallowed by the tide
of what I'll never be

Do people really know,
Are they just afraid to be alone?
How long does it take to figure,
A month, a day, more than a year?
Can you tell the moment its real?
Is it something you see, or something you feel?
People use the word in excess.
Would you still be in love if there was no ***?

When your affections were mine,
I drank it in like expensive wine.

I savored it.
Every moment.
With selfish intent.

You're hers now.
It doesn't matter.
You still have eyes for me.
But how...

How can you look into me.
Kiss my lips with ease.
**** in the air I breathe.
And tell me you love me,
But that we can't be.

After the deed was done.
You ran right back to her.
I want what we had,
But now,
Its gone.

I would write you a poem

to tell you how I feel

but when you left

the melodic flow that

passionately pieced

my words together

followed you

out

the

door