invariably
i would always find
the one girl
who gave
meaning to the meaningless
i'd be wrapped in her
all day
thinking about the
dramatic
and
romantic
dreaming about walking with her
in the snow
but
it never snows in Texas
the girl I was in love with
was always the wrong one
Sara was too good
my
recklessness made her
neurotic
her
sweetness made me sick
Lily was
too smart
her
ego made me break
my
lack of mystery drove her away
Alyssa was too cold
my
passion made her feel affirmed
her
faraway looks told me the truth
Melissa was
too damaged
her
fear stood between us
my need was not as great as she thought
they would watch me play
watch me work
say things like
"Tying your shoes is
not an act that
requires intensity"
that which
told lies on my behalf
hasn't been around for awhile
I wonder if I'm still hot
without my mystery
or the
intensity
(which on the shelf
forgets itself)
(A NodeShell Commando Action)