Haunted Lunacy Poetry

She dresses in madness and bids my demons go, They bow at her every whim , oh how they love her so, She wraps me in her chaotic whimsy, her smile it steals my breath . A goddess in a mortal world, never to be touched by death . I long to take her in my arms and dance by the light of the devils moon, the scent of sulfur on her skin, it begs my heart to swoon. She parts her lips and whispers softly , this can never be, for you are merely just a man, and I a deity.

Say nothing of how you feel, for hearts they tend to flee. Speak not the words of love, nor show you care for the. Paper hearts are fragile things, and of your fire they are afraid, lest they burn to a pile of ash , and on the wind be carried away.

If only I had been good enough for the one who swore to love me, to hold my hand for better or worse and place no one above me, to walk with me side by side no matter what the cost, to comfort me when I was sad, and felt confused and lost, but time was cruel and hearts  grew cold as bitterness prevailed, and lips that swore to love each other did narrate the darkest tale. So with trembling hearts and silent tears we both just walked away, if only I had been good enough , but I wasn’t, no, not today.