Locks of Raven Hair

Locks of raven hair,

Swaying lightly as debris

Once made of water sweeps

Over me.

I smile longingly as he slides his

thumb onto the sides of face that is

Not mine.

Those wandering lips, will they find

Somewhere to meet?

Through love, and it's grand design,

His past looks rough,

Remembering how pain lingers

On my bewildered soul.

Melancholy never shined, that is

Until sunshine came upon true love

And all it's bliss.

No longer shall these emotional Tsunamis

Breed harsh distinctions.

Created to destroy confidence and

Self-worth.

Nights every now and again leave my

Thoughts in clutter and sputter.

Rejection is a fine split of truth,

Reality and inhumane.

Pride is gone such as every yesterday

Flying to and from my heart.

Memories invade and disrupt

Love cycles compressed just to,

Reload and re-organize every

Notion of anything simply non-existent.

He can't be here.

He can't love.

He can't wonder.

Oh.

But how he does.

He does now that what was

Nothing.

Look into here sky blue eyes and

Remember everything.

Remember until your heart swallows whole.

The desert leave you high and dry,

You pitiful lowlife.

Names he called me were once so

Demeaning.

But really, he's unrealistic.

Oh and unworthy,

Tainted.

Sheltered,

Two-sided,

Coy,

Fish-like little boy with tricks

Up his sleeves.

Guess what? They're no longer clever!

At least, to such a woman as I.

Good-bye dearest chap,

But honestly,

I shall not care compared

To the truth of love that has

Faced me.

Everyday that I walked towards you,

I walked the farthest I could from

Anything sincere and Genuine.

You are nothing more than a

Two cent stamp trying to fly

First Class to Santa Fe, New Mexico

From New York City.

May your travels stink like old

And moldy Brie.