There goes my former lover once again,
I see we’re nothing more but acquaintances.
A part of me wants to believe,
Things are better than they seem.

My friend said I’m too simple to understand,
But he masks himself in his tainted armour.
I hope he finds himself new prodigies,
While I search an end to feeling lonely.

Our differences are wrapped in a box,
And the ribbon is red on top.
You didn’t give me much of an option,
To become the tie cutter of our problems.

The blade felt heavy in my hand,
My heart’s veins broke by each strand.
This desire for love is unbecoming,
For a woman who allures anything.

While I lie in bed on the rainy nights,
I write to a forgotten child lying in the sky.
The Girl of Sunshine in my dreams,
Flies in my subconscious galaxy.

Our differences are wrapped in a box,
With the red ribbon on top.
You didn’t give me much of an option,
To become the tie cutter of our omens.

My former lover had jewels for eyes,
But my quartz vision tampers with forgotten cries.
Although we make small talk,
He’s the one I built my castle walls from.

My friend has much honesty to share,
Though his lies cause me to sneer.
Although we’re still drawing a line,
Something inside remains mystified.


© Jessica Lauren Faye Terry