the masquarade

simple joys
loving deep
pure and whole
tender words
smooth sharp edges
allow the soul
to blossom
bringing passion
and comfort
and security

you spoke of the moon to me
in soft conversations
in sweet letters
but you let go
and now I wonder
about the place for us
left waiting
about the obvious fact
that we were beaten
by circumstances
by the obvious sentiment
that you let seep out
that it was me
that trampled the vision

please stop
the masquerade
because I see who’s under the mask
and I need time
to catch
my breath
and each time you put it out there
to remind me
what I lost
what I cannot have
my heart breaks
again
and again