I knew from the very start
That you would be breaking my heart.
I guess
You could say that I’d hoped
It would take
Longer…
More than
Just two months
More than a few weeks of highs
And three
Very low
Lows,
More than a
Smidgen of stress
That ate you up like the
Bittersweet (or is that sweet-bitter?)
Candy that
You are.
From
Strangers
To Friends, To confusion
To sadness
To anger -
Thanks for the roller coaster,
Mon ami.
But
Perhaps it was me
Who loved too much a Figure
That I knew would
Never love back
Enough.
Quit chasing after shadows, Malia.
I’d once hoped
To share art, and
To share our music, and
To share those words, ideas…
kisses…
I’d once dreamed
Of confessions, and
Of late, languid nights, and
Of sun-shining blue-sky picnics…
Mmm, your pale stomach,
Damp from a shower,
Soft as I trace the
Tattoos on you
Up and
Down.
Ah,
Too late
Now, and
I am left with
Emoji’s to delete
From contact information
And stolen images that
Seemed innocent
At first glance
No tears were shed,
And though the taste of
Burning shame still stirs on my tongue,
At least I can say, thank ‘god’
You’ll never really know
How much I wanted
To love you.
But, then again, I knew from the very start
That you would be breaking my heart.
3/16/16
