shes was the first

to ever awaken his heart,

also the first to ever confuse

and leaving him lieing in the dark,

life is reality

and that realization left him fucked & torn apart,

wanting for a better understanding

and a wish to be able to restart,

but that would be too easy

and this woman is very hard,

(headed) in her emotions in her love

and in her draw of wild cards,

never one to shy away from an offence

while her defense was always on guard,

they seldom butted heads

because they would cease to speak after they sparred,

it’d be like a month to 3 month rotation

until one of them would take the bullet, to reach out to the other,

asking dull & simple questions

in hopes the other would go out even further,

out on a limb but neither wanting to seem weak in curiosity

both would stand their ground  and sneakily butter,

the other with rhymes & riddles

in hopes to appear stronger in the clutter…

confusion with games

often led to long gaps of ignoring,

if not so much that

just because there was no further reason for exploring,

deeper into conversation

since most of it seemed so stale & boring,

maybe because one isn’t wanting to reveal too much

of their adventures and recent whoring,

since boy would always

have his heart resting on his sleeve,

he’s the one who had to worry

about giving away too much information upon opening,

with the wrong words

pushing too much upon the girl, scarring,

her basic understanding

of the spiritual realms that clashed with his reality..

girl was both intrigue & disturbed (in fascinations she found interesting)

with boys revelations & notions,

she could only take spoon fulls

so he would make sure to give her small doses,

but knowing that time was limited

he would get excited & make them extra potent,

sometimes forcing too much

but he couldn’t help it; it felt urgent,

 he was well aware of her extracurriculars

the potions, drinks & choices of ambient,

he had once indulged as well

but felt way more stronger now that he hasn’t,

especially knowing that her sexuality

sometimes over powers his wits with vibrant,

slight touches, moans & whispers (out of sight out of mind) he figured

“i better pop in every once in a while, just to stay relevant”

  1. Never like such games…but seem to be the rule rather than the exception.

  2. your image serves the words well.
    well done.

  3. at times, love is hard to get fixed…
    beautiful work.
    thanks for sharing.

  4. Ah, the game of love! It’s the hardest game to play, isn’t it? 😉 This is a cool poem, I dig it.

  5. the S-shaped presentation serves the poem well… I love the line both would stand their ground and sneakily butter,

    the other with rhymes & riddles

    in hopes to appear stronger in the clutter…

    Staying relevant in another’s eyes… wow… powerful poem!

  6. good presentation.. and a cool poem about love! 🙂 thanks for sharing! 🙂

    My Rally Entry

  7. great poem. liked how you formatted it to go back and forth and then sometimes centered… the structure enforced the theme… reminded me of me and my ex wife…

  8. Brilliantly told. The last line reminded me of my first love who used to say he would pop into my life whenever I was beginning to forget him. 🙂

    • actober
    • November 6th, 2010

    very nice read.. def checking out more of your work!

  9. Hello, how are you?
    return favors to poets who are here for you,
    do 18 NEW comments….
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  10. The picture really suited your work! I liked the clever use of spacing and brackets to add more to your message!

  11. Seems like a complicated girl!

    🙂 Happy Rally

  12. good one, buddy! 🙂
    have a look:

  13. I would love to have you in poets rally week 33.
    let me know by leaving a link under my post.
    Thanks a ton.
    You are quite productive.
    beautiful poem!

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