Tormentation, thy name is love.

I can't believe you drop
Everything for you know who.
Not only to you drop
Everything, but also everyone.
Just so you'll be perfect in
The eyes you love to stare into.
So maybe you'll feel like you
Belong. Too bad those eyes
Have deceived you once before,
But not just a little white lie
Your world crashed down
And there I was to keep your chin up.
Unfortunately, you just want to keep
Setting yourself up
For a fall.

The placement of these
Enjambed dreams
Are for you.
For your convenience,
I've moved my aspirations
To the next line of my prioritiy.
Moved them so that you come first.
Even if you don't do that for me.
Except now I realize
What a naive thing I've done
All because of you.

You close your hand
I close my eyes.
I can feel it.
"What is it?" you ask,
But it cannot be explained.
Not by any words
That the seamstress could
Weave, spin, and sew.
My heart is in my throat
Your hand is on my back.
Can you feel my pulse rise?
Can you feel my throat writhe?
Do you know how this world spins?
How dizzy I get from the simplest
Touch of thine hand.
The sweet nectar from thine lips
It keeps me alive, keeps my heart
Lodged in my throat.
It's the only time I know that I'm
Alive. Loved. Adored.

"Maybe tomorrow,"
You said through your teeth
As you left my life forever.
I've sat on these swings every
Day for twelve years.
I sit when we used to swing,
When the stars are like christmas
Lights against a dark house.
When the moon is big, but
Now almost cumbersome.
You the intellectual,
Me the dreamer.
It could have worked,
If you hadn't given up today
In the hope of tomorrow.

My heart spun when
I saw the way he looked at me.
His world stopped when
I walked into the room.
What stopped me?
What stopped him?
How I yearned.
How he yearned.
How we regret.
How I've learned.