Lost To Your Eyes
BEN
Lost to Your Eyes
How many times can I become lost in your eyes
before I lose me?
I take each utterance as fact
when I know you to be a skilled liar,
and I, your eternal fool.
You want me to wait...
for what?
So that you can hop between me
and your latest conquest?
I must flee in the face of your mendacity
lest I am caught once again
and lose myself to your eyes.
Ah, love you so deep and true, I do.
And, knowing that,
I must leave.
Let us emerse ourselves in what love is left
and fulfill our appetites to satiation
so that when we part
we know that we have drained all that we can
from our feelings --
the easier to say good-bye.
Let us part easy
with no anger and no bitter recriminations,
less than friends
but more than enemies.
How many more times can I become lost in your eyes
before I lose all of me
that matters?
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