Buds, Blooms, Dies

Love buds

Butterflies emerged

From their years long gestation,

And took their new home

In my stomach.

Because of her

I was myself again

For the first time in years.

I was terrified of her,

Yet I was unafraid.

If she would know me,

She would know me.

No need to hide,

We understood one another.

It felt good.

It felt natural.

We couldn't have been further apart.

Love through a one way mirror.

Love blooms

Like a flower before a cold snap.

Everything tells it to die,

But it stubbornly perseveres.

It doesn't last long.

She and I traded courteous conversation

Nothing more, nothing less.

My foolish heart heard declarations of adoration.

I was hooked.

I was doomed.

Winter graciously cut our time "together" short.

We went our separate ways, she forgot me.

I did not.

She lived in me, like a sickness.

I searched for a cure and found none,

So I steeled myself to see her again.

If I put on a brave face, if I hid myself

Maybe she would like that person more.

Then she would need me

As much as I needed her.

Love dies

We returned

We saw each other less

It was for the best.

Things were different

She was cold, I was scared,

Perhaps she was told.

Maybe my eyes told her,

Or the little pauses between my words,

Or the hunger with which I looked at her.

Maybe my glances came too often, 

Lingered too long.

Maybe she knew

I've never hid my feelings very well.

We had never begun,

But it was over.

So, here I am,

Hidden once agian.

I let myself be seen.

I stepped onto the ledge, into the sunlight

Ready to dive headlong into her heart.

I shared all of myself with another.

I was reminded

Why that is such a mistake.

Reviews

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Beautiful ! Wow..you said it so well..the journey took me in.. It had everything love, pain, loss and a hope.. Well Penned ! I would surely come again to read more.