You should know by now my dear that it’s only love if he can steal your heart without spilling even the tiniest drop of blood.
No act of redemption is this.
By sheer coincidence
the encounter transgressed,
and, initially, was humorous-
Your actions had indeed abhorred me
though not enough to consider this
a plausible option- to seek vengeance
against you, the heinous bitch
who dared to call me her best
while still seeking attention from my own ex.
I nearly pitied you when this one left
because he seems worthy of your regret
but, now, as feelings are explored
this chance meeting, that you feared
perhaps even haphazardly predicted
might just slowly escalate to my own bliss.
For I find that what we both dismissed
has provided a favorable condition
for us to carefully explore each other’s lips-
finally share that once forbidden kiss.
The touch, though at first felt new,
was much too familiar, and that scent?
I was quick to recall it, too
as I plunged tight-lipped
to the bottom of that last bottle.
Came up slightly stained,
engorged, spent, gasping for air-
and each labored breath an effort to
breathe life into the abandoned seed
we never let take root, or perhaps,
it was give birth to something new.
And it may have been the last time-
at least for many months to come
if what I had done next
in fact chanced to leave alone.
But my shame stained lips
would eventually swell,
spread to these hips,
and, in time, would tell
of just how easily plans,
and those left unmade, both fail.
it is up to me
to see it through,
but every once in a while, too
it is up to you
to remind me how, to prove
that every good thing
came from waiting
when waiting on the wanting
oft seemed to fall through.
For when my fall fell short
it found me wanting you.
Perhaps silence will not help you see your mistakes,
but by the error of your ways, I could no longer fake
this friendship you left sinking to gain attention
from the one person you dared to mention
in the wake of his final vacation from my life.
Your questions were out of sync
with the appropriate, genuine concerns
of someone who spent a great deal of time
crying on my shoulder when your own heart was rocked
time and again by parades of men
who refused to love you
after just one night or, at most, two.
Not that I fully intend to discredit your being- or even your feelings.
I know it is hard to face the fallout of your choices
but if you had, even just once,
acted more out of concern for friends
as they repeatedly had for you
than on your own selfish desires,
these lines need not be necessary.
But, you see, you dared to prove
that, like those men who rejected you,
my friendship was worth
as little as you put in, in the end.
Asking where I had been,
spying on me for him, for attention
appears truly more validating for you
than making sure a friend’s heart
was on the mend.
Why does this beat sound so loud
when its heart is still so far away?
I cannot stifle its sound
and to try gives it no cause to stay.
Maybe we could take a second chance to build that gingerbread house. Then again, maybe it crashing down was the only sign we ever needed.