antidote to fear is love.
At least in one unseen realm
old scars heal clean between us
but here they intrude ruthlessly.
We should just be friends
but chance creeps back in
ruining the trust and goodwill
we rebuilt from pain and pretend
with the illusion of true romance
like my Lothario father
you give raging heart attacks
not happily ever after.
Shouting recycled shame in the lobby
with your soulful Orpheus eyes
hiding the lies especially from yourself.
Your mercurial mouth is stained
excellent at flirtation
empty promises and
Your selective memory
changes and forgets
according to what benefits you.
and sometimes chivalry
that’s what you’re good for
you leave commitment
waiting at the broken door.
Love drives you mad
burning what you desire
each missed chance
dooms you to dead islands of alone.
Through forests and mountains far away
hiding in monasteries, armies, prisons
you run until you’ve run out of excuses
you collapse exhausted
on the hope floor of forgiveness.
Crazy lazy dangerously handsome
reborn Romeo Hamlet and Apollo
your genius gifts are wasted
drunk on impossible perfection.
I guess my brain is just as insane
retrieving lost images
as if you were a silent movie.
Maybe our memories are cinematic stills
captured forever in the heart’s adoring camera.
We don’t know the script
we mad lib through
bittersweet funny and tragic.
timelines of trying and dying
journeys, trials, miracles, disasters.
Death is a mystery surprise
that I hope I guessed right.
I think I’ll see you then
When we’re not hurting
anyone or ourselves anymore
when we’re soul friends again
as we’ve always been.