Love: Contemplating On Your Doorstep
(Oh, how time goes by, hm?
It's been
A long while
Since she last said
Farewell.
(She remembers;
Your smile
Despite your unnerving hand
Said you wanted to plenish
A rogue tease
On her lips.
Which was fine
Then.
But time went,
And desire disguised itself,
Spiraling into satirical hatred.
And somehow between
Ponders and dreams
Of whispering tickles
Inside your ear,
She escaped a fate chosen for her.)
(And maybe that's why she came.)
As I stand here
Below your window
A tattered red
Wired on my face.
Despite all
Banter against it,
I could not help
But be here.
Don't get me wrong.
I argued it profusely,
Though you'd say I always do.
But as I stared into the mirror,
Into the eyes of desire
It was inevitable.
Fate as you too,
Would say,
That my fingers should grasp
That dress you once loved
And quiver its stream
Upon my skin,
Flowing loosely into a
shimmering waterfall.
You know I wouldn't have worn
it
unless,
Well-
(How should she begin?)
Remember?
When the splattering color
Thrashed its way upon
The black canvas of night?
You stood off
Away.
And I stood even farther.
I called to you
And wished you all the best
-albeit the deafening insult
I cradled with wishes
echoing in your humored mind-
I meant it.
The words were as genuine
As the heart throbbing
Under the chest
As I watched,
Lost in those colors
Thinking of,
Well-
Forgive me.
I should have called
And declared my timely arrival.
You probably have
A matter of importance
To uphold.
But as I recalled
You loved sugary treats.
And maybe when your diligence
ceased
For just a moment,
And you craved a sweet for
pleasing,
Just know
You would only to place your
hand in mine
To take it
(Why isn't she quick to the point, lad?)
I'm sorry.
I know you'd like to hear this
From someone else,
Spewing it from their throat.
But today
Disguised in all that you
love,
I wanted you to understand.
I was hoping,
All that changed would be
devoured
By what I needed to tell you,
If I could.
(If only she could.
The truth is,
She knows it is
A fated destiny.
Though one that does not start
here.
For even if
This door swung open
And her heart bloomed.
Even if you wielded
The words of 'I', and 'you'
And 'unsheathed destiny'.
Even if
You scorched her soul
Fervently with honeyed love,
Where before the crafting of
your hearts
From friends, pains and time
To be sharper for yourselves;
From you to her and her to you,
I'd have to say
With the essence,
Of everything I am
That it just isn't meant to be.)
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