Untitled # 4
My heart lies in wait. The clouds blind my eyes. I hear the lovers’ song, exotic as a gypsy. Patiently I wait for my God-given mate. And I know he isn’t near.
My emotions over rule me and loneliness consumes me. My hormones rage and my mind betrays me. I find myself dreaming of the phantom figure in the distant mist. I know he is nothing, but a myth.
All the ones I loved before are frightened boys to me now. I see them in my memory and realize they never knew me.
I still whisper their names in the darkness of my room. Yet, why do I still allow them to linger when all they did was vex me?
All I know is a cynical truth, that love is vanity and the only thing that keeps a man and woman from chasing lust.