heart on a string
kept as a pendulum in my chest
strung along
for it mischievously beats on its own
waiting on distant hopes
of budding lilac flowers
fragrant upon their blossoming
and beautiful still in their decadence
what have you done to me?
i love you
though you are foreign to me
a quiet smile
hidden by your charm
is seldom hard to read
for you allow me to know you
although we've never met
you've captured my heart
though i sometimes yearn to repossess it
but then i am painted blue
for it beats comfortably there
at ease
for it has never felt so rested
but still
i remain skeptical of your illusions
stripped across the walls of your house
your broken stride of confidence, alluring
the way you left your innocence to be displayed
to a host of strangers, captivating
and as i watch you jump
with all of your confidence into the crowd
and drown yourself as an example
you give me courage
you are my confidant
a prospect of dreams
endless and gleaming
upon the break of day