Falling out

Aloof eyes

I put my feelings in a cage.
I moved them from
the thorned cage of love
to the empty cage of none,
no feelings in there:
nothing at all.

I'll try be numb for a while,
because my mistake seems fatale
and my fate too vile.
I'll be distant as possible
for me to resist the emotion.

The rush, the flood
that can be stopped
by nothing at all
but your words so sweet
written for him,

your constant theme
through the thin
these years were
to the book of your life.

I hoped to make it
in there too
but now I know
I'll only see blue
for my beloved is aloof.

He's still in your poetry
so he's still in your head
He's on your shoulder,
or better on your lap;

you are on my mind,
still looking so divine:
I can to such beauty
to seduce only aspire.

It's not your attire
or the way you perspire
(so effortlessly in my lines)
but the brilliant mind
I put on an altar.

Swear I've never been
as sad for a man
who to love me
did not even pretend.

I'm left idle,
staring at my idol
who longs in a distance
someone sure gone.

Feelings are futile,
I don't want to be lying
so I'll say it's you
the one for who

my insides where shaken
in a way so brutale
no tale can recall.

In my mind I do laps
in the pools of thoughts
I have about you,
mostly sad by now.

I remember then the
way you said "ciao"
and I see your eyes again,
staring at mine,
now empty and rile.

I won't be mistaken
saying I was lost
in those hazel eyes,
in the words I forgot
for they weren't mine.

I'll try to move on,
find a world where I'm not
so hopelessly in love;
I'll try to forget you
that to my eyes were
only poetry inside.