By Robbie Michie
Like a fish in a net, you caught my eye.
Drowning the old thoughts from my shallow mind.
You wouldn’t know – the curse of being shy
Refuses me the time of your kind.
But no, I will not let you slip away.
The faint pain of scars of old disappear
As I mould my intentions out of clay,
Forgetting, in your light, my crippling fear.
You leave me burning with an intense heat,
Connecting two things that shouldn’t cohere.
As we draw closer, you feel like concrete,
Something solid and stable, present and clear.
Between an impenetrable expanse,
You light my eyes with fires of romance.
I made a mannequin of stardust and
Bad romance, letting it burn the places
I thought were called love. It left me like sand,
Escaping into those empty spaces
Left between my fingers by passionless
Hearts. I thought we could relight this ember.
Yes, I chose to change myself, I confess,
Ignoring pain I always remember.
Every lie I told sent me deeper in
To this trap of black. The fire was dark.
In lying of love, I was mistaken.
No good intentions can light a spark.
What I thought you’d made into burning stars
Was my selfish attempt at healing scars.
Oh no, but if only I could rewind;
Avoiding that fatal net of your eyes.
Oh no, but if only I was behind
This pain; smiling through your painful goodbyes.
Instead I’m left with these tears of fire,
Tracing the blistering tracks of the last
Touch your fingers placed upon the Pyre
You’ve made of my bones. So I have to cast
My heart away. It’s caused too much sorrow
For these charcoal eyes and cold, dying stars
To bear. In a wreck, I searched to borrow
Some happiness to wrap around my scars.
With a sigh, I exhale my paramour,
Painfully still craving a missing cure.