Myst-air-E-girl

She wasn't even real
After all I promised her
She was nothing more than an Email
That responded with gestures of sex
Then vanished into thin air
Leaving behind a scented mist that hung like clouds
Darkening my eyes with false passion
And teasing my throbbing muscle
That bangs within my chest
Wanting more of the never ending pain
Than of the silent peace she has left behind
Denied the taste of her sensual puffy lips
When all that remains is a fantasy
And a question that no answer will ever satisfy
Was she even a real woman or just a auto-responding bot
An electronic artist that colored my eyes with shades of gray
And drops of sweat that trickled down my thighs
Moistening my desire with mental nudity
I would have shared my everything and every thing
If only she were flesh and blood and poetry
If only she were as real as me
She could be my poetry
Now she is lines of white-out across my page
A mistake I can't erase that leaves paper scars
Like stitches in the skin my chest can't heal
Forever marked by the look her eyes etched into me
I wish I could forget her like old memories
Because being alone fucking sucks
And I hate being fooled and made a fool
And god damn I hate being old!