rainyman

When I think about the first time

I think of when we first met.
Your chestnut eyes gazed into mine
as you ignited my cigarette
and I felt like no other man
could ever understand me like you did.

Thought I found someone who cared for me

Your every movement appeared to be one
ceaseless flow of absolute emotion:
passion, love, ecstasy, bliss.
Your delicate touch, your seraphic kiss:
you coerced me into believing our romance was sincere.

Things were not as they appeared to be

Your deceptive lies held me near.
You betrayed me and behaved as if I were not here.
Time fleeted and diminished
before I discovered your genuine identity.
You were not who you appeared to be;
Time erased your face and unleashed a monster.

Rainy day man, on your shoulder I cried

I found out your treachery,
and now I remain here with my misery.
My solitude is my prison,
and this darkness my shackles.
Oceans of tears trickle down your shoulder;
I do not comprehend why you deceived me.

When my first brush with love left me shaking inside

My heart rejoiced in our loce in every way,
likened to a child discovering presents on Christmas Day.
The thunder and lightning color the space between us
as we are thrown further apart by words.
I never envisioned that this bliss would cease;
that is, until glancing I saw her email.