I think all I have ever created
is compensation
For being such a fool.
I had him;
ensnared him with my womanly ways.
I never realized he was always mine
And turned away
thinking I was doing the right thing.
I sought someone else;
I found him.
I was horrified when I discovered
It was the love I always wanted—
And the love that undid me.
What I wanted was fleeting,
was overwhelming
in-the-moment
out-of-body experience.
Now all I want
is the metaphorical dog and house and white picket fence.
But it’s not those material items I crave;
It’s the permanence that accompanies
that dedication and level of love.
I don’t want it to only last a moment
and disappear
like sand sifting through the hourglass;
I don’t want to feel out of my body
Any more.
I just want someone I love who wants me too.
This is the curse of unrequited love.
This is the gift of Eve to womankind.
I was tempted, and I have no more
what I could have had for eternity.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
I think all I have ever created
is compensation
For being such a fool.
I had him;
ensnared him with my womanly ways.
I never realized he was always mine
And turned away
thinking I was doing the right thing.
I sought someone else;
I found him.
I was horrified when I discovered
It was the love I always wanted—
And the love that undid me.
What I wanted was fleeting,
was overwhelming
in-the-moment
out-of-body experience.
Now all I want
is the metaphorical dog and house and white picket fence.
But it’s not those material items I crave;
It’s the permanence that accompanies
that dedication and level of love.
I don’t want it to only last a moment
and disappear
like sand sifting through the hourglass;
I don’t want to feel out of my body
Any more.
I just want someone I love who wants me too.
This is the curse of unrequited love.
This is the gift of Eve to womankind.
I was tempted, and I have no more
what I could have had for eternity.
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