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My first self proclaimed good poem, this work concerns an individual I loved at the time - and still do. Its a little rough around the edges, like most of my work, but I love the poem's visual imagery and creative provocations. I wrote it out of anger and self-pity for losing their love, using this poem to insult them to fill the void they left.

Our Pains Crossing Paths

In giving my heart,
I trusted - believed;
But quickly was lost when
Your nature, I perceived -
From the depths of your soul,
Desires to hurt were conceived.
And with all of your might,
You huffed and you heaved.

And now I look to you
With a downcast gaze
As each of your morals
Set abruptly ablaze.
And while I watch you struggle
To wander out from this maze,
You scream and you plead;
But they don't even phase.

All the while, our memories dance
Across the ballroom floor
Until they reach that familiar plane,
Where, they appear to exist - no more.
Yet forever they will linger,
Locked behind that door.
A door with no said lock or key -
A door with mysterious lore.

And here, there meets
A lover's end;
There's no more room
To make amends.
And as I turn to walk away,
You prepare your final rend
And sigh in shame
Of such a disastrous sin.