Extraneous

I like you more with every passing moment
Bewitched by your enchanting crystal gaze,
In spite of what another one might call it,
I want to go get lost in that green maze.

I’ve often heard that long, sharp looks can kill you,
But now I’m sure that it’s the case this time.
For you I’d rip my last remaining sinew,
Yet you believe my life is worth a dime.

I know that it’s the deeds that make a man
The person he is viewed by all the others.
So what that leaves me with, I never can
Decide when I lie still below the covers.

You cannot be my only real virtue,
In fact, you weren’t holy all along.
But for a while I said my prayers to you,
Hoping to be the place where you belong.

And now I know such thing shall never happen.
You’re by yourself, you’ve left me on my own.
You’re self-sufficient, that’s your real weapon.
I feel as if my heart were on a loan.

Between us I have seen a gaping void.
It’s not infinity, it’s just a sign that’s missing
The sign you’ve tried the hardest to avoid.
It’s your reflection you are now kissing.

There’s nothing else there, surely I know.
To you he is long gone, his face forgotten.
He may be suffering in burning depths below,
Your soul, however, is already rotten.

They say once written, things shall come to pass.
A line so fine, so lucid, so obscure.
So here I write, attempting to surpass
Those snares you’ve laid ahead for me to lure.


28 May 2011