Password of Deceit
I… Love….You.
The ideal conclusion to your poetry. Teased me with your combination of words, but these three little ones broke the shackles. Maybe it was the way it slithered off your tongue. But I believed it. I believed in you.
And click… click…click…bang! I was open. Wide open, for you.
Falling in love?
I dived in love. More like bungee jumping. Initially fearful and nervous, but we talked myself out of it. “You can do this… Yeah, I can do this”. And I plunged. Heart first. Forget my head, this was a cannon ball shoot. A leap of faith… Until the cord ripped….
“Shit!”
Cannon balling, full throttle, I was crashing down. Down, down, down. My initial fears escalating to ultimate terror by the second. Screaming my lungs out while plummeting to my fate.
I reached for you… for safety. Grasping at you, clutching you, holding you; I envisioned. I was certain. That you were here with me, here for me; here for the ride. Ride or die, remember? And here I was, grasping at thin air. Riding and dying…
“Damn!”
I put my everything into you. Like a fearless gambler with all his possessions, I went all in. And lost it all. For you, it was all for you. Love’s a gamble right? We rolled the dice together and got seven. “Lucky seven”, I gleamed. But you took the six and was gone, leaving me with the one. Alone and empty handed. Back at the starting line. I was never in the game, but I was your game.
A fool, falling again. An expert at falling, for beautiful words. Words which somehow unlock my bolted heart.
