That he cannot feel that way about me
Lies to me as he lies to himself
For all the dawns he held me tight in his arms
The compliments whispered into my sleepy stare
The times he kissed me with such gentle tenderness
His gentle caress as he touches my hair
For the night we went running through the rain
For all the times he confessed, to me, his fears
For the nights we danced together in a drunken state
For those times when I touched his heart with tears
For the times I curled up next to him, resting my head on his shoulder
For every tender kiss - each sweet, gentle touch
For all the times he's looked into my eyes
He denies all this to say he never cared that much
Says he does not love me
Says he does not care
But actions, thus, have proven him a liar
As he treats me as his innocent pawn
Smugness, as I walk away from him, smiling
Knowing that he'll miss me when I'm gone
-Kelly M. Kincaid
� May 2001
His eyes are critical - ever fault-finding
Assuming every female with dignified grace
Is of false perspective - he loves but he loathes
His patience wears thin towards any woman
Who claims she is different from all women
For he seeks the essence of feminity
Blended with a shadow of himself
So he stumbles, unresolving, relentless
For an absolution of an angel
Sets his standards infinitely high
And sets himself up for eternal loneliness
She walks into his life - swift, like a feline...stepping light
Through his minefield of emotional tests
He's laid his traps - denser as she nears his heart
To snare the fraudulent Juliets, vixens, and jezebels
His fear mounts with every breath as she gets closer
Tastes her innocence - She smells of sunlight
Her eyes speak volumes, soft skin - she feels like home
But he spoils the painting with the mud of his words
She holds her hand out to him, beckoning him to see the higher law
The higher state of fulfilling existence above all logic
And he slashes her wrists with his bitter words
And leaves her to bleed for loss of her purpose
Killed his angel of absolution
Slain his benefactor - suffocated his muse
Prayed for her, yet he slights her
For trying to change the path of his doomed existence
-Kelly M. Kincaid
� May 2001