Instead

I wanted to make her laugh

Then I would laugh

I wanted to make her happy

Then I would be happy

Instead, she cried

And then I cried

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lost

i lost myself

in the mystery of you

i became lost as I got closer,

and unraveled the tangles of you

and now that i’m in you

i am lost and found in the love of you


with a kiss

dissed

and dismissed

with a kiss


painful and pure

what makes it so painful

and pure

is that,

far beyond the landscape

it truly is love


arrangement

the arrangement of your words

are like the elements of a drug

they make me high

they make me low


pain

whence cometh this pain
wrapped in the stillness
of surging emotion;
a heavy silence
that lingers forever


dangerous words

pilfer your soul

for words

to intrigue whims

and games of love

they are exquisite

covered in his ghost’s pale blood

 

but, you are his ghost

his untouchable

 

so the blood is yours

or at least shared

from the penetration

of dangerous words

 

yet, it’s quiet simple

he is yours

but you

will never be his

 

thus, the never ending danger

of words