No Love Lost
Love sows bitter seeds, in this,
My infertile heart…
I reap a poor harvest,
And I starve my longing soul;
Dining out on coffee grounds –
On the acrid taste of stale romance
I am not brave enough for love;
The courage of a lion does not lie here,
Not in these sorry veins…
When tender arms surround me,
And a soft voice murmurs lullabies,
Then the panic rises –
Rears its ugly black head, and strikes
And, coward that I am, I run…
I run far away, into myself,
Into the black labyrinth of my twisted mind
Inside those hallowed halls I am safe;
And you -
The man with the sapphire eyes –
You cannot find me here
In this darkness I cower,
Sheltered by a cloak of fine-spun
Self deception
You may hammer on the doors,
You may call my name –
May carve your spells in my rocky eyes…
But I will still be blind;
And I will still hide
Until you turn away in despair,
Admit defeat, and leave no trace behind –
Nothing but the memory,
The sweet memory, of those haunting eyes
Those cerulean diamonds that enchant me so –
And the echo of your voice in my head will tease,
Will torment, until I fall to my knees,
Bang my frail skull against the walls of my tomb,
And curse myself for a fool
For condemning myself to this solitary gloom
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