The closest she ever came to saying she loved me, was "I'm in love with your mind."
I would have tattooed my last name to her arm pit, I would have strangled tomorrow for her.
By now she had figured out, I was more than a young buck she jumped fences with.
She knew I was the staircase that would climb to the moon for her kiss.
I was the severe being that sweated words and swallowed sentences that ended in freedom.
She caught me young, yet I turned her world upside down.
In this eclipse I was her life line, she was Jane and needed me to be Tarzan.
She had broken my heart into chards and the only glue I knew was to love her.
Her sweet words said "Poet I'm alone, I've been alone."
Although I never uttered the words I said to myself "I held my heart in my hand for you to feast on and you paused."
Scarred people make the best friends their sutures embrace you.
If I ever wanted her coat to turn I should have swam in the pool of her patience, yet my youth got in the way.
I was a means to an end. Her day to day expired and she remembered how sweet it was to swim with a bohemian.
She thought my serpentine would unravel at the smell of her breath as she bit her inner lip.
My serpentine unraveled when I didn't have the courage to kidnap her from her life and make me her slave.
To be continued.
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