Like chasing the wind, loving a confused man
closes to an unending destination with no detours.
Almost comparable to lust, the fleecing moments
fade so fast with the clock’s wink
as he woos you with his tales.
Almost as true as a mid-summer’s night dream…
With a conviction that things are better than they seem,
he leads you to a path of empty promises and shady dreams
A moonlight reality closed through the dark
steamy love sessions uncoiled in delight-
leaving you seething for more, silent moans, passionate kisses
to last now followed by unanswered calls and messages,
busy calls and disappearing acts.
Morals now a closed compromise with memories
lost through passion collected- a self esteem
almost demolished as you measure your self- worth….
Days culminating to weeks, moments still fresh on your mind…
A dawn that you despise as his smooth and crafty words
resonate in your head…as you lie awake at night in a cold
empty bed….clutching on to your pillow and covers
rebuking and cursing the walls that were once a witness to your “love”
Being juggled like an old sport creates bruises,
momma must have always said.
A game of lies, fleeting unjustified moments,
deception and feeling used,
is the price you pay for loving a man totally confused.
Lessons more vivid, memories still fresh and the haunting
like an old skool horror movie.
Perhaps next time you’ll keep your legs closed,
use your mind and get to know him…
Capture figments of his imagination, feed his soul-
capture his heart and caress his flesh
Reassure him, take strolls through his world
intertwine your thoughts with his
give him time to love and respect you
clear his doubts and merge your dreams
As a woman, his woman…
Because, until a man finds himself,
he’ll only bring ruin to every woman he dates
When you love a confused man, it ends just as soon as it begins.