I see you

I see you
Hiding behind
The many masks

I see you
Teaching me to want
What I cannot have

Wanting only
My dissatisfaction
With all I have

Just so
My days would be filled
With unfulfillable longings

Is it enough
That I see you
Or do I require more

I see you
Leading me by the hand
Of a faceless one

I see
That all that is seen
Masks all that really is.

Dreams of your return

In the dark
All the light there is
Is from my eyes
Seeking you out
Burning out holes in the sockets
As they remember
The experience of seeing you again
After so long a time
A fevered homecoming
As my heart
And my arms
Welcome you again
Holding on so tightly
Too afraid to lose you again
I wake up sweating
It was a dream
One that will haunt me a long time.

Every time I remember

A spear through my heart
Is what I feel
Every time

Every time I remember
The things that were
The things that are
The things that should be

I was made to love you
Or so I believed
Today’s reality
Begs to differ

The dreams of yesteryears
That refuse to be forgotten
Keep flooding back
Day after day

And every time they do
Every time I remember
I die a little more
And cannot be comforted.

That was yesterday

I remember it
But it was yesterday

It was yesterday
That I loved you

That I spent every waking hour
Thinking about you

It was yesterday
That my mind obsessed over you

Refusing to let go
Of its worship of you

Despite the pain you rewarded me with
That was yesterday

Today is another day
Presenting limitless opportunities to live and love

Of love, life and lies

Torment me
Like only you can
Bring me I pray you
As much pain as you can

For I would rather
Feel pain
Than the nothingness
I feel

Wherever Venus
Deems fit to appear
Whether in furs or not
Just as long as she appears

The flashes of you
Quick stabs to my heart
An assailant I see too late
To defend myself against

They called it love
I believed them
They did not tell me
That Cupid’s arrow would cause me pain

If I had known
Would I have loved still
If someone had told me
Would I have believed

I believed
What the poets and playwrights told me
Of the beast they called love
Which they urged us to worship

Little did I know
That they were her priests
Drawing men to her temple
To be robbed and slaughtered just like they were

These corpses of men that refused to die
Spun us tales of love
Omitting the episodes of pain
We would all come to know too well

Deceivers they were
As guilty as the one they worshipped
Alas it is too late
To undo the works of their hands

I have lived
I have loved
I have been robbed
I have been slaughtered

All that remains
Is this voice and this hollow tale
Screaming of the injustices
Of love,life and lies.