In Simple Terms

  Infactuated. . .
You wanted her in your arms.
In your gentle embrace.
In your every day.
In everyway you could possibly think up.
And then you had her. . .

You swooned her with your words.
Made her believe in an almost impossible world.
Protecting her from everything and everyone. Cacooned in your strong arms.
You made sure she caved in.
And then you had her. . .
All of her. . .

Suddenly your grip slackened.
Nomore a mystery.
Nolonger intriguing.
What use had you for an old frayed bóok.
So you pushed her aside.
Stapling her to the darkest corners of your mind. Forgetting her wonders
In your search for an impossibly better
find.

Such an inn0cent inn0cent mind.
Such a gullible little child.
Do you realise.
Can you comprehend.
How you knocked her down from her cloud. How you pricked her world into reality.

Youwrecked havoc upon her blind heart.
And n0w her blind devotion is n0thing
but a levitation to her now hollow existance. Nothing more but a soiled
rag doll thrown across the flo0r. . .