Kupala

She's with someone else.
Her dreams come true
And manifest as
My Nightmares.
And the selfish hypocrite
That I've become
Needs more of her than he's allowed
His desire poisons my heart…
Whats left of it.
The rest still belongs to her.

"Love doesn't exist"
And if it does…
What a coward.
Hiding itself in my presence
It fuels my search for it
Yet it's my biggest obstacle
A nuisance.
But I need it
Its beautiful allure captures me
Then when I'm its
Warm, fulfilling,
It spits in my face
It builds me up,
Because it enjoys seeing me fall.

I know better than to believe in fairytales
And dreams….
But hope's my favorite illusion.
Maybe, somehow, one day, soon
My favorite lies.
And those eyes…
I want her.
I need her again
Or do I need to let her go?
My Stubbornness and stupidity say
No
But my heart says…
Who cares what my heart says?
All it does is get me in trouble.
It's too hard to be her friend
Being her lover was
Too Natural
But I think I've accepted it
We'll never be

/K