called it love
instead of an obsession.
Stalking her with words of love.
Creating tender moments of
emotion that he never really felt.
For his heart had been sealed
and then buried away long ago.
He treasured the night
as he hated the days.
And the dreams that contained
all the demons he held deep within.
Hiding behind curtains stained
with the puss of his infected pain.
Secretly, he envied her.
Stymied by his constant blur,
she let him lead her on.
Convincing her that he had changed
by standing in a stream of falling rain.
The natural disaster unrelenting.
Hiding behind windows that were tinted.
Stark and surly sounds that wound
around and deep within his words.
Denying any culpability.
Until she wandered all alone
within a forest by the sea.
Listening to all the glistening.
Feeling her own heart beat tenderly.
Discovering he never was her need.
Reversing, like the tides within the sea.
Washing out the waste beneath
the tides that never could erase
the wonder and the mystery
? Michaelette ?
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