mysterious boy

it was not your words i listened to
that hurt or compelled me
it was not your lips i kissed
that left me breathless and begging
it was not your eyes i stared into
but yet your soul
the silence inside
the story untold

your eyes pale blue
but what was inside them was darkness
your skin pale from fear of ever entering the light
your strength your weakness
the secrets of your life
all trapped inside
a darkness only the dark can confine

with arms strong enough to hold me
with will strong enough to break me
with lies large enough to sate me

you love me so,
so commonly
you want me so,
so usually
you need me so,
so often i can count the times on one hand
and have four fingers to spare

oh mysterious boy, what are you doing here?

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

Interesting poem. I'm curious where you got your inspiration for this. Nice work!