…the way only a person so connected
to another can know them, deep down,
to the very core of life, you would never
love me, and like the sweltering fires
of uninterrupted silence, I would be left
beyond the care of your young, maiden
arms, to die alone in discontent, without
the touch of your feelings, or the knowledge
of what your love truly tastes like,
on these lips of mine. My life, like the death
awaiting me, near the conclusion
of this verse, cannot ever have a happy
ending, for the directionality chosen
by myself, does not lead to prosperous
salvation, nor to unending delights.
This choice is one which has been consumed
by the fingers of your mind, which point
away from me, and even if I were to strive
for greater pastures, and save my sickly soul,
my life, wrapped in a condiment,
applied by my own hand, and those of others,
would never wish to be ferried across the divide.
We are all products of the choices
we have made; the embodiment of our destinies
that deny us access to paths we cannot walk,
and how could I possibly feel anger
towards those who shake their fists at me,
when it was not them who made such choices,
but the peers who hold them back. Society
is the gravedigger of my smile,
that I have seldom seen in years,
and until I feel the rays of happiness,
slipping beneath the veil of cold deceit,
I will remain buried in this tomb
with all the others, who failed to acquire
the love of a decent friend or paramour.
When there is no appreciation to be had
from the readership of the words
produced by an avid interloper, what is
there to be garnered? What wish did I
long to have granted to me as the eye
of this here storm within my heart
thunders like a Kraken, awoken with a
fury that is bestowed upon my already
bludgeoned frame. There is no
happiness to be exumed from the
corpse that was once my loving heart,
which perished without a sound not too
long ago, as the realisation that love is
non-existent in my unwritten future,
drowned with a stressful effigy that my
soul could take no more. Alas, I have
already lost the battle to remain
grounded in my romance, for what else
can be torn from the inner sanctum of
my heart that has not already gone
astray? If love was a race, I failed to
even arrive last, and as I look at all the
happy couples swooning under the light
of the moon, I realise why I fell for you;
never can you hurt me, or bring me
crashing down, because you are beyond
my reach, and never will a kiss come
between these lips, that is shattered
violently in the latter revelation that
love was but an illusion which never
even existed at all. But of the people I
have met over the previous few year’s,
you are the only one I will happily leap
towards; you are the only damsel in this
universe I shall sacrifice my faith for, and
if a genie was to be granted towards these
hands of mine, the only wish I will ever
make; the only wish I will ever need; is you.
Your smile, like thunder,
pounds in my eardrums
whenever it appears,
the beauty of its foundation
to behold. So I cringe
and shy away, believing
myself unworthy of
such a flawless sight,
which pierces my senses
like a serrated blade
that cuts down deep
into the fiery trenches
of my heart’s passion,
refusing to relinquish
its hold over me.
Although I have fought
the feelings postulated
by your very existence,
I have instead become
a slave willing to
humbly serve you,
with undying affection.
Synopsis: About a woman who is, as the title suggests, ‘just so perfect’, yet she is at the time wounded from her previous relationship and is in need of consolidating. The piece also tells the story of the man who has loved her so all these years and has only just realised that what he has felt all this time was indeed love, and not a fabrication.
I hear many voices; all of which are so clear.
I can hear them talking, but I can’t believe my ears.
You broke up with your boyfriend,
that is the talk of the town.
You were the greatest girlfriend,
but now you live with a frown.
To have you in my life I would do anything.
I mean that, because to me you’re everything.
You are so beautiful,
more than incredible,
you are just so overly cute,
want to say ‘I love you’
but it seems so moot.
Now what can I do
when my love is a defect
and you are just so perfect.
It sucks to realise love has been there all along.
How could I never see it? Is that right or wrong?
When I expressed to you ‘you’re beautiful’
I admit, I unfortunately lied,
for your beauty is unfathomable
and in my heart, I feel for you inside.
To be with you no sacrifice would be too great,
just as there is no promise, I would ever break.
You cannot escape my love; do not try to run,
damn, it is great to have found my certain someone.
For when we are together
my heart never weeps nor cries;
as long as there is forever
my love for you will never die.
So please darling, I beg you, give my love a chance
and allow me to cripple you with this romance.
Without you I am lost; I’m not at all myself.
Your beauty is comparative to endless wealth.
I did say ‘I love you,’
but I was just so wrong.
I am in love, that part is true,
but love could never last so long.
Such a feeling tastes exactly like a first kiss.
Nothing in this world could be better than all this.
I cannot believe my extraordinary luck.
I’ve managed to find the flower I wish to pluck.
You’re more radiant than Heaven above,
but sometimes you act so negatively.
I get to my feet to defend my love
and without a second thought you slay me.
You cut me with such passion, making my heart sigh,
and then I remember, that true love never dies.