Verse/Poetry

I look at her and I think about how connected we are. I look at her and feel how attached to me she can be. At other times, I think about how distant our tides have become. I look at her and feel a void, a rift, a gap. But, her beauty, among all else, draws me back and back and back. Her beauty intrigues me, relieves me, it teases me. Then I remember: two worlds cannot always collide. Like spring and fall, too distant, too far. Sometimes I love her. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I resent her. At other times I dote...on her. Visions of me and her, and she and I, we and us...is a must! But, I trust--myself too much to fall for her false touch. She touched me and took it back. She teased me then pulled herself back...from me. You see? Her love was just temporary. It's off and on, and off again. It's sweet and distant, or just distantly sweet. You don't play with me, me, and me. You don't mess with me, me, and me. Because, I am too good. I am too fragile. I am too weak. I am meek. And, since it is I who shall inherit this earth in the end, you must mend...my broken feelings, so dealing without you isn't so damn bad.