Waiting Forever

The boy said I sparkled. 

The boy said he noticed the way my eyes turned green in the sunlight.

Though hard as I tried, I could not tell the boy that his smile lit up a room

or his laugh reminded me of birds singing

Because that was not the truth.

I could not lie. For the boy and myself.

I’m one with an addictive personality.

A junkie soul, if you will.

Therefor when I love something, I hold onto it tight

And ignore everything else, because why should I pay it any mind?

It’s not nearly as important as my love.

Yes, my love, the one gone far away

That I wish I had the heart to ask all that’s on my mind

But I do not.

I lost myself somewhere between Jack Kerouac and John Frusciante

He had me under His hex.

I wanted His soul, but He already sold it

And the owner, my, what an evil keeper she was.

The leash she kept Him on was short and she forced Him within the town limits

Couldn’t buy a train ticket, couldn’t buy a plane ticket

Because she told Him everything He needed was here.

Everything that destroyed Him was here.

Though my heart weeps knowing He is not near me anymore,

My mind knows it is logically right.

So I ramble on, my love always in my thoughts,

And I take a drink in His honor.