If only
our time felt
like a calm stroll
through fields of wild flowers
or gentle flickers of winter fire.
But what lay ahead
that I knew not
I hoped for smooth sailing
yet my bearings were lost
in your abundant light.
Lost,
because you worried about me
and it pained me to not know why,
because you cared about me
and it broke my heart.
So fresh
So naive you were,
searching for yourself
thinking I could help.
Listen if you will,
I despise you for making me talk,
this brute will only use you as a tool
corrupting you is not what I want to do.
So please
stop your flirting,
stop buying me dinner and drinks
just to cure your intrigue.
I'm playing the fool
nothing out of my mouth matters.
Take my bouquet of blues
and throw it out of your life.