Taken In

Sweet words of love.
I take them in.
Then wonder why no man
has ever written them for me.
For all I am and used to be.
For every touch of mystery.
For days and nights of fantasy made real.
And yet it seems I never came to feel
that cherished here within my heart.
As if their loving thoughts could start,
then stop so suddenly. As another
airy thought was chased. And I was
left there lying awkwardly in yards
of rich black lace that made the light
shine in their eyes. But not for me.
Only for a form of flesh they never
thought could be complete.
Even as they tore my dreams apart.
Never admitting the harm that they caused.
When suddenly, their mood and attitudes
were flashing, lightning swift,
within their darkened aura's gleam.
Their promises lie broken in the gutter.
Along with every word they ever uttered.
Using me to kill their pain.
Then leaving just a note.
Penned in a hand that ran away.
Sweet words of love.
I take them in.
And spit them out again...

? Michaelette ?

3/20/2005
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