The one that got away

With the most pretentious eyes
such a beautiful demise
The girl my dreams
the one who sings
the lover of lovers
the heart struck fever,
 lost with rhymes
 a bitter sweet compromise

I sit and I write,
I fight and I bargain
To get her back
in her dark lust filled lies

A slithering snake
upon a grape vine
to squeeze the life
and ferment for days
I sit to thee, and drink my wine
for I am a box
mimicked by mimes

I hate you
I loathe you
I wanted you
I dismissed you

You called to me
I answered
You cried
and I comforted
We were both at ease with wanting each other
a life long answer
I of course accepted
For you to treat me so foolishly
as you cantered with laughter
I felt no greater disaster

I am not bitter
I am not soft
I have not given into the things you have lost
they will all buy it for now
because they know no better
but in moments time
They'll join me
In a heartfelt rapture