When we were young, we fell in love,
I, an outcast, and you, wildfire.
In the midst of summer's hot, breathy silence,
I let you get closer than anyone had ever been.
You held my hands
and kissed my whitish skin
while I stumbled farther into your wake.
I was still naive when you began to pace the floors,
I, just a child, and you, an urbane, trapped soul
grasping at the promise of something larger.
You patiently awaited my return each night,
while silently shaking with hunger.
In the heat of mid-August, reality dawned,
I, bathed in innocence, and you, bearing the weight of my ignorance.
In a foolish attempt to comfort myself, I liberated our secret lives,
Proclaiming my love to the world.
You struck me, screaming goodbyes.
I see you, sometimes, at the beckon call of others,
They, fools in paradise, and you, nothing but an abusive lover.
I try not to smirk,
knowing you're still mine at the end of each arduous day.
