Vulnerable

[midnightsun]

Here is my first poem to post, so please do tear me to shreds


Cast out all romantic expectations as fish to sea.
Now I attend to practice with no affair,
For at times I indulged my passions in her bonnie,

Now I glaze when she comes there,
But when it's her eye I see,
Tis much to bear,
And away I ride upon love's chariot.

With what little will I muster,
I pinch it shut to dull her luster,
From these accounts I contrive:
A growing hate for her eyes,

A blank stare only spared,
Glimpsing light upon her hair,
Never to see,
No, I shall not see,
From wilt, this thorn;
This agony,

Calls me forth upon its peak,
Upon the lips but never to speak,
Her image burns,
The mind still churns,
From sweet to tart,
The heart doth part.