D

     
There was utter silence        
the minute she rolled in        
on such a chilling night...        
it was love at first sight.        
In a room of cold stares        
I was her lonely flame,        
her heat to melt her sleet.        
My light caught her gaze        
and not one word was spoken        
we just stared into each other        
and I saw through her lies.        
When we touched,        
I made that incision        
reaching deep inside,        
I discovered the secrets        
of my mute lover.        
But it was not until we kissed,        
I knew then, she’d never love me enough.
Her cause exposed;      
lifeless        
self destruction.      
It left me in dismay.        
       
I kissed her goodbye,        
took off my rubber gloves        
and washed my hands of my love.        
I wrote down her number from her toe tag        
and zipped up the body bag.        
“Oh dear, why is life and love like a        
disease, so lonely and painful? Oh, D.”        
       
       
       
This poem was submitted in the Dark & Creepy comp