trapped but not jaded by any sort

The art of storytelling

reflections of myself hit me from the iris of your eye and at that point in time I realize that I wasn’t ever in love with you but more or less intrigued by the way you saw me.

vain I know but the truth must be told. You told me that you were the reason for my inability to love and that’s a lie

my mouth moves without your command and my heart feels madly and passionately for man that dreams of me as I sleep beneath stars. In my dreams I in vision a sea of people and only one holds the key to my heart; trapped by my fantasy but not jaded by any sort; he is the one who will forever win this sport

this exchange of words we encounter last night marred my soul a bit. But the words that escape from your lips merely do that: Escape. Running away further from the lies you form them into. I am no longer the girl you let your anger upon I am the girl you look back on and say: she was the one that got away.

written in feb 2009
i am a poet