Poetry: Fallen Battles

Cautiously,

I picked up

the cullets of your heart

and did my best to stick them together.

I had cut my skin from this endeavor

but felt no pain,

for the pain is too dismissible to be considered;

for it is only you that matters –

only your face

and the beauty of your smile

as you stood there

looking at me from a distance –

almost crudely, almost satisfied.

The melody of your laughter consumes me

desperately

for which I am left to remember nothing -

nothing but you

and you alone.

Oh!! But my heart cries terribly,

for this love

that my heart so immensely feel

has begun to devour

the very soul of my integrity;

it has left me

paralyzed to do nothing else but adore you

and put you above

the highest point of my sanctuary.

Higher than any god.

You have conquered me

and I have succumbed to your power

with the carelessness of a boy

who first learned how to write his own name on paper.

I have surrendered

the virility of my spirit

to those charms of yours.

And now,

I am left with no choice

but to live my days

in your shadows.

Chasing you.

Wherever and whenever.

Satisfying

your every desire

with whatever whim

you may want to use.