connecting*the*dots

the tears are coming down
past the long and disconcerting frown
nowhere to go
nowhere to hide
just a valley full of lines
aged over the years,
carved out
to pick up the tears
and move on to the next…

a storybook text.

her heart was so pure,
aged by the harshness of the wind,
one, two, three…

i was pinned.

how could her beauty and pureness escape me?
what was I thinking?
how could she date me?
why did she love me?
how could it be?

i was naive to the game
when she called out my name
i pretended to feel pain

learning to be what no one could provide
going where i wouldn’t be able to hide
out in the open rain
i became what i knew i wasn’t…

tamed.