'Dripping like blood'

Tears dripping like blood

drip, drip, drip,

the pain won’t ever fade

mesmerizing, trapped in a gaze

of wonder

of beauty

of absolute joy.

But times change, and people change.

If love is so pure, then why do people hate?

Deranged, unable to arrange

the longing for the answers to fill life

you’re entrapped, encased, enclosed in a world

only your own, no commercial tv, nothing to absorb your pain.

Pain of nothing but absolute, uncontrollable love.

They understand, but do they? Really? How can anyone feel

the death of someone who has yet to die, your future only a distant

memory. It will get better they say, if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.

But how can you put the price of fate on intimacy?

Would you play russian roulette? Spin the barrel and pull the trigger.

You survived, fate or luck? Win or lose?

You watch from a window, your life in someone elses shoes

laughing, joking, elated on love. The love that was yours.

It is still yours, but the world had other plans.

Throw down your plans, forget your sacrifice,

your patience, your lack of greed, your desire to please.

One becomes trapped, the other free.

Trapped in a maze that overrun with debris, the tug of a thorn as you run,

uncontrollably, unconditionally, pathetically, reminds you of love.

It fills your mind, like a glass of water, always half full.

Optimism is not always the ideal. It’s beginning to overflow,

how do you make way for such feelings, such desire with nowhere to go.

You can’t deliver them, not anymore. that road has been closed.

For far too long, I’ve been looking, trying to find another way,

but you wouldn’t let me in.

My tears drip like blood.

Scars try to hide the pain,

not of the past, but of the future,

Drip, drip, drip.

The pain will never fade,

for now I’m mesmerised

trapped in a gaze,

for your beauty will never fade.