Eight Four Times Over

So many emotions flood into my heart
For a woman I've met three times
Now eight four times over,
And I loved once.
Upon a time when the future ended
And the past escapes finite,
I knew her.
But she never knew me.
I watched her evolve, mutate, adapt
And naturally select familiar darkness,
Blind fish of the sea
I watched in the abyss,
I fed flakes of hope.
I knew her.
But she never knew me.
Imagine erecting a mountain
For one who enjoys the valleys;
Imagine crafting a platinum bust
For someone who loves silver.
All love and adoration
Unrequited and evaded.
I thought her.
But she never thought me.
Now all I have is a skewed memory
Of how I believed we were close.
It was all a hyperbole of how
I allowed her to sew her sadness
Through the threads of me.
Needle practice.
I patched her.
But she never patched me.

Last Poem....

about the subject. I'm spent. Anyway, here goez.


sweet tears
fall from
my face,
indiff'rent
onlooker,
lips are pursed
not concerned with
the reasoning
behind my cry,
but the question of
why weep over her,
you pester"er"?
Unrequited has-been,
awfully silly child,
vaginal chaser, i
AM all of these things, you see
i am the victim of my
own mind, with no one who will
share my sentiments, exactly.
To escape my mind with mindless
sex, never filling the big box
I wear on my sleeve. What can I say?
Fell in love with the idea of you,
Hit the ground and broke. The King's Horses
And the King's Men can't clean up the pieces.