When I think about David and I’s first kiss it was as if my past had been forgiven and that finally love would conquer my woes.
Soft lips, his eyes transcribed his thoughts.
I shall admit I was braggadocious about what could be.
In possession of an ill-equipped mind to formulate reality.
David, shall I always typecast you as the villain that stole my heart prematurely?
Should I remember you with baritone voice that stole richness from my otherwise poverty-stricken ears.
Decrepit from lies?
Thy name is now fictitious.
I return to a state of weariness, dubious of cavalier suitors.
Shall my love remain unacquired, kept bedridden til my expiration?
Thine wickedness for abandoning me shall not be forgotten.
Cowardice is the beast that lives within you.
But in this poem, you shall be the beast that stays within me.
Thou dost compel me to write so therefore thou art my muse and I must recognize your merit.
I shall think of you more days than I would like
Be it not permanently as life does go on.
Every now and then I shall think of bronze skin shining bright just for me
And realize that we are two souls that will never be.
Moodiness, Madness, and Love 