This is Not a Love Story

May 27, 2008

Have you ever been in love?

The terror of eternity in a single touch,
Changing noble independence into twisted reliance,
Like a subtle kiss from a whispering vampire,
Bit through the heart and wounded beyond repair.

A promise of loving large, but hurting large,
Struggling for words like a drowner for air,
Chained together so that any short absence
Tears mercilessly and painfully at the strings.

The red-tinged stain of broken hearts, rejected,
Crushed underfoot like a small and fragile flower,
Eating into hearts, dissolving inhibitions,
And grinning with smiles of fearful longing.

More afraid of change than destruction,
Hearts held hostage by the cruelest of masters,
Taking off masks with a soft, cold hand,
Stealing away time like a thief in the night.

Burning lips, minds, hearts and thoughts,
Twisted, distracted, paranoid and afraid,
So simple a phrase, "Maybe we could just be friends,"
Brings the world crashing down on the knees of hope.