Thursday, December 17, 2009


I wanted so badly
to believe that you could be
true to one woman who could
capture your heart.
I did this to myself.
You never said I was the only one.
My eyes distorted the message you sent
with each look,
each kiss,
each smile.
I read between the lines
when there were no lines to be read.
A look isn’t love
a kiss isn’t a contract
a smile isn’t forever,
I fooled myself into
believing I had it all.
An empty page of your heart
I painted without
your permission for
the sake of justifying
the lust, the fuck,
we share.
created by one,
trapped on the middle
of a burning bridge
with no way to retreat
or advance
my heart to safety.

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