My heart's drowning

in it's own love for you,

because I don't

see you,

but merely love you,

blindly,

I only hear

sweet and soft words

that come slithering off

your ever so sour,

endlessly kissable lips,

somehow I don't see

the arm,

that once joined

my body to yours,

cocooning her fragile hips,

the hand that brushed across my face,

now wiping away tears

off another's pale cheek,

lips that seeped poison

into my innocent lips,

connecting with a different pair,

that aren't my own,

breathing lies into her

untouched soul,

on occasions though,

I'll catch a taste

of foreign lips

or a whiff of an unkown perfume,

my curiostiy sparks,

but my blindness has become ignorance,

and slowly smothers those unkowns.