how beautiful must one be
to torment the knight in shining armor?
the object of one's desire, if you please;
whoever you want me to be.
an attempt at sincerity,
pure honesty for the sake of it, with nothing to lose.
a futile attempt at false hope,
a convincing con;
nothing left unsaid
except the things that really mattered.
what's it like on the other side?
take me there with you, my love.
i hope that the heaving hope
fades to black like the silver screens
you are more acquainted with than most.
is it hopeless to want the good with the bad?
nothing can be black or white;
we slink and shudder amongst shades of gray,
sterling silver promises of smoke and sweet nothings.