Vents Hidden in Verse

siren

A/N: ew, more gushy love things.

i was wondering why he likes me. so i wrote this.

he called me beautiful, intelligent, funny, and sweet 🥺

written January 3rd at 9:00 P.M. after hanging out with him earlier that day

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i give
myself
away to others
too easily.

right now
the siren call of love
intends to drown
what is left of my heart.

right now
the devil preys upon my helpless being
knowing i could succumb
to his little game
in the form of love itself.

i move a pawn forward
he hops up two.

i take out my knight,
he send battalions
of wooden pieces
to seize the king.

i reach out for his hand,
he retracts
and leaves me longing
for affection of which i am starved.

if the human could hear me
behind his painfully oblivious nature
i'd call to him
and ask him why he wants me.

why would you want
broken puzzle pieces,
tangled and twisted,
without a reference image?

"the reward is in
putting those pieces
back into place
without guidance as to where
they fit."

the resulting image isn't beautiful.
she's messy and wrinkled,
brown and decaying,
unsure of where life will lead.

"then i will frame it upon my wall.
i have always had a fine taste for art.
it takes a real lover
to notice how the interweaving lines
and the rustic shine of the chipped paint
can create true beauty."