Satire

My love and why she left

I loved you so much you left. I wished I could pour myself into you and breathe in your soul. Looking for the warmth of your sweaty hand, Your body whispered to me songs of rye. You were delicate as a string, match for my rough sensibility, But I was a string and you broke my lucidity. Clear water pours, whisperded lies taunt me with delay. You did not like broken things, How come? Too maternal? You were afraid of that. You left me with only idyllic descriptions of you, And the memory of a kiss beneath the dark blue. You were all the same but always other, I was all the same and always same. Taunt me again and I'll be fast, Lots of you's and I's but none of us.