I fell in love with the boy your words made you out to be
but the truth laid behind your poetry

The bitter-sweet chill of November air reminds me of the moment my eyes met yours
and something inside me whirled brighter than the fall leaves
masking the chilly air
the warning a snowstorm would soon approach
and hit me harder than your words ever could

But how was I to know I would one day memorize the curve of your lips,
as they smiled so delicately against mine
and the way your hands pulled me closer into your embrace,
engulfing me
like the lap of the ocean's waves
right before the tsunami hit

How am I supposed to forget the way your strong hands felt running through my hair,
desperately trying to finish the race,
frantically scrambling to cross that finish line
strands of chestnut hair impairing your vision
to the sparkling blue eyes
wanting
and the burning in your thighs
aching, growing stronger,
until you finished
that
race

How am I supposed to erase the feeling of your lips,
one with mine
the taste of Listerine,
and wanting more,
on your tongue

I remember the way you looked at me with those haunting eyes and award winning smile
as if you were Brad Pitt and I was Angelina Jolie
as if you were The Green River Killer and I was your next victim
as if you actually gave a **** about me

I remember your touch,
soft
curious
desperate
venturing places no one had ventured before
exploring my boundaries,
in more ways than you could ever comprehend

I remember your letters
filled with those words
I fell so hard for

But now the pen is in my hands
the fall leaves have turned into winter snow
my lips no longer belong with yours
and the race is long lost

I have lived months absent of your lips
your stares
your touch
and now?
the truth lies behind my poetry