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Perplexed.
As I looked into his eyes, replaying the conversation in my mind...over and over again.
Studying his mouth curvature and ****** expressions, change from confidence to bewilderment. As I confronted his most recent "story".
Stumbling over words, not even remembering his own storyline, it all came to a head.
It's all a fog. The last 11 months of my life.
A tangled web of fulfillment..loss..love..pain..a seeming friendship..laughter..hurts..euphoria..
..Lies..love making..confiding..trust..deceit..
half truths..embellished stories..frustrations..
Anxiety..joys..thrills..adventures..irrit­ations..charm..
Dream making..intense loneliness.
He built walls...constructed of flowers, love notes, thoughtful gifts, candle lit baths with rose petals and love songs...all in hopes to keep me within the realm of his safety lines.
He lied to make me love him..I lied to myself into believing it was all real.
When lies become your reality..nothing stands against it..not even..the Truth.
Now I sit. Alone. In the center of the shambles of what we fabricated, fallen at my feet.
Eyes opened. Accepting the reality. Weaving through the confusion.
Hope in the unknown..the sun still continues to rise..hearts heal and Love still exists.
Always listen to your intuition.
Copyright © Natasha Ivory Evans 2016
 Jun 2016 Stranger Blue
Isabelle
Her color of blue is not the color of serenity,
neither the color of the calm sky
nor the color of the cool oceans

Her color of blue is black and gray
A sad blue eyes and a faint smile
A heavy heart and a wandering soul

Her color of blue is sadness,
unhappy
melancholy

So tell me,
how come the color of blue depicts peace and calmness?
When the other meaning of it is the opposite?
I talk nonsense. I just feel blue today, and when I said blue, I mean I just feel sad today.
School, nearby his house
Where she teaches English
Present in front of his house
Seeing her passing by
In the morning and evening

Slim and beauty was she
Looking attractive in a Saree
Eyes drawn with black kajal
Where eyebrows are like a bow
And a small black dot on her forehead

Like a painting slipped out of a canvas
Walking on the road
Crossing his eyes all the way
Perplexed was he about
The black eyes noticing him

Waiting to express his love
In his usual stand of gate
Highly strung to make his attempt
To the girl who impressed him first
Making him madly fall for her

Like a thunderbolt did she
Walking towards him
Looking into his confused eyes
Opening her rose petal lips
Dropped some pearl like words
I Too Love You Dear !
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