he cuffs me anyway

So there. Love caught me on the staircase landing.

Moving right to left, unsure of what way Love planned to go

And I stopped. Stopped right where my heart was. Frozen in place at last

As I let Love walk on past.

So there. I next saw Love strolling through the front garden.

I watched Love passing the blossoming flowers,

And my heart stopped, lost, like those flowers, an outcast

As I let Love walk on past.

So there. Love and these thoughts mean more at night,

In the way that sunlight is felt more than it was yesterday.

Light has meaning, like that smirk, warmth, and touch felt at last

And that bed where feelings never seem to move on past.

So there. Love was the sunset at the end of another shit day.

And I saw Love directing the scene. I wanted love to stay.

But I looked at Love and Love was like a script. I was a comma, a living outcast

Just wandering and falling in the rain- still walking on past.

So there. Here I am hoping that you wouldn't leave too soon

And that we, in love, would innocently pass each other

Floating through the sky so blue

Hoping to find the bed of a Lover that we don't walk on past.

in premonition of some dark event

So here I am again ready to complain

of my thinking, hoping and pining to feel once again,

that coldness of your late night embrace.

These moments of affection I often chase.

My eyes weren’t lit by the moon that fiery night, undertone,

and I wasted as I gazed at all things known, all things unknown,

in your eyes. I watched them slowly gloss over me,

As tears burned my eyes but I tried to act carefree.

I've been obedient to some form of submission,

with you guiding my heart by the rhythm of a jazz musician,

You still make me tremble, into a certain kind of stillness,

Wheezing and shaking as I hurry through this pathetic illness.

I know that I own nothing but my blind, stupefied heart,

That causes me to still pine when I come apart,

You have all but vanished, and left but feelings now all out of season.

I could weep as I take all the blame out of all sense and reason.

I should've never given the heart. Love is not worth the thinking of

all the passion within you that just fades from kiss to kiss- puppy love

consumes me, smooth lips have caused my heart to play.

Now deaf dumb and blind with love, I won't allow myself to see this decay.