Enchanted

Swept,
off your feet.
Unkept,
Make-up streaming dow,
down,
down,
your beautiful unsound,
tear streaked,
unbound,
angelic like,
face.
And I cannot keep my place,
In this chase,
of wrongs and rights,
and cake fights,
techno lights,
the race of life,
to move past strife.
But where did I go wrong?

My enchanted,
I thought I'd found,
roofs were slanted,
till I jumped to the ground,
grasped a ray of reality,
and realized...
I'd lost my sanity.

To believe he was the right one,
to think I'd put myself before his gun,
I'd lost my sight,
the true red light,
the blood streaming,
gleaming,
down your tired striken,
pain filled,
anger stilled,
wonderful, majestic,
glorious,
face...

And to think now,
I still believe,
somehow,
that his love for me shall be percieved,
when all I can think about is how obsene,
drama queen,
self centred,
pity gleaned,
sadened,
frusterated,
heartless,
I am being.

*Author note: He will never know how much I care because God has not told me we will ever be together. And God is who I rely on. It is no longer a matter of faith right now, it has been combined with commen sense.