Interlude

A Poem

Photo by Houcine Ncib on Unsplash

you painted me gray
like all your other girls
who wore blue, blue, blue —
like they were just memories
of lives best left forgotten.

wanting you was wrong —
I knew it, I knew it, I knew it —
but I couldn’t help myself
when your stormy eyes
caught me across the room.

it was like drowning —
oh, oh, oh —
but I managed
to catch my breath
and tear myself away.

but we were far from done
with the way we craved
to be near each other —
like magic, magic, magic
that might become our doom.

you fisted your hand
in my hair —
tumbling, tumbling, tumbling —
and I could have cried out
but I didn’t say a word.

all those fairy-tale girls
had their princes —
oh, oh, oh —
but I wasn’t a princess
and you would never be a prince.