a touch so soft
even a petal
can feel its love

she walks and talks like no one is watching
and you can always find her wandering,
singing and dancing with the flowers
swinging and swaying with the trees
it isn't until their eyes fall on her
that she realizes she's been perceived
she wonders if she ever wanted to be known
but she also knows,
she doesn't want to be alone

she's silent,
never makes a sound
but every time she moves,
she speaks
and the world listens

he loved her only as a concept
a disembodied fragment
to fit an illusion:
his delusion.

her essence contorts,
twisted and deformed,
so she could fit tightly
into his world.

a tainted story
of man's fabrication
and *******
of womanhood.

I know that you will never love me
how I need you to
because your heart is simply
not able to
you will never comprehend
the ocean that flows
within my mind
or a love that transcends all confines
and surpasses linear time
a love universal and arcane,
not earthly and mundane

your idea of loving me
feels empty, bland and meek
you touch me,
press your lips against me,
a momentary release
it ends as soon as it begins

I'll pretend to understand
but my mind will be in the sky
yearning for what
you cannot provide