Mind Games
I was in love with him,
Without any particular reason or logic behind,
Just pure love. I blame the chemistry and the pheromones.
I don’t know what he felt about me, and I didn’t care about that.
I just loved him. Full stop.
He loved to play mind games with me,
And with all other poor little women who fell under his charm,
Hot and cold,
Emotional then bold,
But i was in love,
And l liked to be provoked.
Then he left and I was broken,
My hart has split into million pieces,
And stopped ticking for a moment,
That sometimes feels lasts forever.
I wrote him poems of love,
I drank rivers of red wine,
I dreamed beautiful dreams,
Kissing him million times,
Making mind blowing love with him,
Just dreams. Nothing more.
A decade has passed,I saw him once, and he made me glow again,
Surprising people around me,
With his aura covering my hart and shining
so that whole world can see my love for him.
Again he left, silence in between with few polite words.
When I decided to go and see him.
Finally I was there,
And he woke me up with a text quoting lines from the only poem of mine that he knows.
Saying that the morning rain he saw
Were me and my storm of feelings,
I was happy for the moment. But it was all just he playing his mind games with me. You will see.
We saw each other in the evening,
First time after years and he was beautiful.
Older and rusty, but beautiful to me.
I could only see, his soul, nothing more.
He hugged me, and I can’t believe, again I felt the storm moving inside me.
He gave me lovely red rose from his garden,
Making me feel again,
And when i opened my hart, he broke me into pieces,
Telling me to relax and enjoy,
Telling me other things with stupid, polite words,
Making me build again all these stone walls around me,
Around us.
It was clear as a day, he loves me not!
The last day before i left,
I asked him to stay still, and let me hug him and kiss him
In asexual, cold way,
Because I didn’t want to scare him and make him run again.
And I was right! He couldn’t stay still, moving around me like scared animal.
And I let him move.
At the end, he lost control for a moment,
And I just felt his hand gently touching my face,
And I felt the electricity moving, from his body to mine,
From his hart to mine,
I felt the glow again,
I felt love and hate again.
I felt it all.
Was this love or not,
I still wonder.
Copyright © Jelena Krasic | Year Posted 2018
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