Wednesday, December 21, 2011

12/21 Poem

That's too bad for us
I'm sure of it for me
He became thy lost love
I needed subconciously

Squandered forgiveness
Led this fool's fragile heart astray
Stubborn thy mind to concieve
Potential felicity reason to stay

An intentional diversion
Although relunctant I learned
Hurt begets hurt
Lest redemption be earned

As the story be told
I met a stranger whom I loved
Pedastled in admiration
Priced his needs, mine above

I defied gravity to hover
Paralytically on borrowed time
In fear any upset would confirm
Thy hopes of us were just mine

Settled to recoarse as friends
I knew him to fail any change
He who abandons once
If allowed to, will again and again

A fool for love
Is what I made me
Blind eyes found refuge
To prevalent treachery

Cloaked by pain I deserve
Strength now but none then to leave
Him a mere tyrannical mortal
Athena he not better to beseige

Only if he knew
The lesson he burdened himself to teach
If and when learned, robbed him
Of the love so reverently beseeched

If I knew of him at all
He wanted to care, even lovingly
Let the stars be cursed
Vexed now to thy memory

Hear me confess
That be but my one regret
Thy fallacies t'with love
Novices, fail sure by his suspect

Bless'd to have known
Someone with what made him me
Alone dispelled from loneliness
Newfound conviction with security

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