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.