To the World...(A Collection of Poems)

Feelings Matched

She said we cannot be,
that the distance between us
is too great for her to bear.
This I take gracefully,
for I too would want
the touch of her soft skin
and
the sweetness of her full lips -
even if I could handle not having it.
All I want to be, the only one
who sneaks into her dreams.

I did not know the sun
did show for me as I longed for it.
I burned to feel the flames;
I was a madwoman craving
what I thought someone else had.

I thought its warmth
was merely the comfort
of a star having seen me
hide during the cold nights,
gently pulling me to the beauty
of a world it hung above.

She teased me, so I thought,
showing her long lashes
and
a flushed face
with eyes
that lit me dangerously.
I was a candle close
to being knocked over.
She, knowing, would smile
with wicked innocence
at my primitive craving.
My thoughts were that she cared -
but not with the same meaning.

She slid forth the thought of kisses
during my soberless hours,
those heavy with longing
and
garnished with clear booze.
My mind was made dizzy
by everything she is -
but sobered by a need
I was sure unrequited.

I pled and begged,
honored each step she took,
addicted to the skip of
a heart I thought quit beating
after it bled for someone
who grew tired of me.

When she would gently decline,
transparent cracks would line my skin.
I was alone in my insanity
and she could not comfort me,
though she said I meant everything.

My frustration broke, my heart
aching on my sleeve.
I told her she only saw me
as a brother for another -
but then she told the truth.

My red rose told
her color was not to tease -
but to reflect what
her heart dared not speak
to a moon that did not know
it was her energy.

We cannot be, this is true.
Though it is sad,
I'm just glad that she feels it too,
sweet names not poisoned
by a line I was afraid to cross.
I can long still without wrong
and, again,
listen to our song.