A fool's diseaseYou don't need to be a doctor
To understand what ails me--
Examinations will reveal;
I've become foolish;
But only as foolish as my heart will let me be,
Logic is sound but awry;
Which means I cling to dreams,
Long after they have faded.
Wish on stars that long ago burned out,
I hope for miracles,
And hold dear charms and beliefs in the fey-folk,
And in the old magic of the world;
Oh and those things called 'happy-ever-afters'
Soul-mates and belong together.
Heartache the symptom,
A lover without true love
--the incurable romantic;
I'm afraid it might be terminal...
Love hurtsI’ve welcomed pain like and old friend-
For many years,
A constant companion
In my masochistic sense of romance.
It’s often been said;
‘you only hurt those you love’
--so I will say from you to me
There have been many blows dealt
I get back up after every beating,
And much to your ire
I just smile,
Wipe away the blood,
Bandage up all the cuts and bruises,
Polish the chains, oil the leather...
And just keep going.
DifficultI know I am difficult to love;
I only asked that you give it a shot
I’m sorry you can’t persevere with me any longer --
But I’m glad you tried.
Take a part of me with you,
And know that in my own way
I truly did-- I truly do love you .
But I’m difficult,
And can’t always find those words
Until its all far too late.
One more person...To you I am just another person.
With my quirks and habits;
Wry smile and nefarious laugh ,
The shoulder to lean on,
The helping hand--
And poetic talk of optimism,
When times feel most pessimistic.
I am the sum of my flesh;
Of my organs,
Of two-hundred-and-seventy bones,
Of many muscles (say six-hundred-and-fifty-six?)
And about eight or ten pints of blood.
One of quick wit and sharp tongue,
Sharper eye and erratic thought--
Unfaultable loyalty and hidden kindnesses.
Sweet of tooth , old of soul;
A library-minded changeling
Belonging nowhere now,
To you I am just another person,
But once you were my entire world.