Standing alone like
that day we agreed
to meet, to take the leap,
to become a thing.
Since then, a hunch of misplaced trust was planted
into assumptions and silence
The harvest is a loud voice Whispering,
"you should have listened/seen and not felt"
Lovers' Leap? Really? you fool!
Still...the heart wants, what she wants.
To hear and feel what she wants/thinks she sees...
To graft it all into her cells, Finally
You're good at figuring out the kind of
she wants(unrealistically) and
Skillfully hiding the other
her light and love forces your adamant
instincts-ducking out, leaving, fleeing,
To kill it all to hell