Nebulous

Once I loved a man, truly and not that simply.

I loved him insanely, passionately and undeniably.

He's the subject of my art and my poetry

my love and my tragedy.

I am addicted tracing outlines of his face,

his jaws, his smile, and how his kiss sweetly taste.

The shadow of his eyes and sound of his laugh

The touch of his hand and how he looks rough and tough.

Oh how i love his flaws and his inferiority

because on the deepest part of his soul I can see his beauty.

He is the subject of my art and my poetry.

My love and my tragedy.

I wish I could unlove him that easy.

Like I fell in love with him so deeply.

*wickedmindofCassandra