spontaneous poetry - 7.27.13

[rayvenfaerie]

And all the minutes jumbled themselves up into hours
and the hours stabbed at my heart.
I sat alone in a world that was not my own
awaiting a visitor that never came.
The years I spent on love,
well - they're all gone now.
All that's left are the creases around my eyes,
the stains upon my cheeks
and this undying fear of uncertainty.
You blame youth,
with her intoxication,
as if you had no clue.
All beyond the pale, in the shadows of your innocence.
And all the while,
you were lying behind those warm eyes.
And all the while,
I was falling harder for a you that wasn't you.
There's such a thing as
too good to be true.
I know.
I lived it.