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Hi Eric.

amour

Love for me so far has been a tangle of misleading illusions
A hope floating too high above
a lingering smile
a broken boomerang
my heart has so many filthy fingerprints on it
while my hands are without gore
my stomach is trite from the oh so familiar butterflies
with their tattered wings fluttering in petty hopes
love has been neither black nor white
but a gray zone, and shaded secret
my daydreams consume my every thought
my tears being wasted on ludicrous castles in the sky
wishing on stars has become routine
the potential beaus offer pitiful glances
I eat up that glance and digest it as an ardor plea
but he holds no infatuation
his heart beat at its usual speed
while mine races an endless race with no finish line
our intentions clash entirely
wedding bells are dinging in my head
while my worthless words escape his
love has been like every inanimate object I've ever owned
like every star I've ever admired
like every dead hope
my feelings are plastic and easily cracked
disoriented and lost in a labyrinth
my heart follows so many
but then is led to the uncharted islands
and stranded
but maybe someday
on his mighty ship
he will lower the anchor
and rescue me.