Blackout Poetry Notes

Pure Love

You're pining for
pure love,
but
you seem afraid of it.

Men perplex me most
when they boast no difficulty
in discovering
the monster inside.

Glancing to the windows,
a glittering moon
lighted the garden mist
winding as a silvery vapor.

He had a deep gravity
and yet,
is out of my reach.

Catching sight of a brown-eyed boy,
instantaneously my foolish fears retreated
as if memory
recognized his features.

It is as if magic
floods this life.

I told myself,
I must find myself in love
I knew it would happen - 
a cataclysmic tide of acceptance.

He had no heart
and his behaviour
truly was diabolical,
he delighted in his hold
on her affection.

I feel the weight
smothering me,
the continuous quicksand
after something happens.

Do not settle
you'll be
safe with me.