Tonights rant.

As I write this, you and all your beauty are no more than a few feet away. I feel a connection now but once the song has ended and the sun has resin I'll be reminded how far apart from each other we really are. The thought of never being one with you is not as painful as my words would lead to believe. I know I would only corrupt the virtue I see in you. I have made you a unattainable goal for which all others will be compared to and fall short of at no fault of their own. I assume I want the tragic ending I convinced myself that my love life will possess. I just want to hand pick "The one who slipped away" even if you never realized it. So till the bleak future becomes my present, I'll cherish all the "maybe's" and "what if's" I only believe to be true, All your smiles and songs sang I tell myself you intended for me, Every platonic hug and peck on the cheek that I wish meant more. I'll cherish it all and blow the sentimental value way out of proportion until it crashes down on me and the reality of letting you pass me by sets me up for the lonely, miserable, and tragic ending I always told my self make the best stories.

Random Thoughts about a Girl I just met.

Last night while at a concert I met a beautiful woman who told me that she just found out she was cheated on and is heart broken. We spoke for only a few minuets about her situation, she was more in a rush too go over and confront the "bastard" I recommended that she stay level headed and do nothing that will get her arrested. She had a look on her face that said she could careless about reason or logic she was running off pure emotion and passion. After she stormed off with her friends in the direction of the "bastards" home I turned around and walked back in to the venue and enjoyed the rest of the show. All the while I kept thinking about this young woman's situation and the advise I gave her, Which led me to think of my self at that age. I would have done the same thing and the advise I would have given back then would surely get you arrested and likely leave the scene with a few cuts and bruises on face and knuckle's. On the other end of this story after giving such bad advise and coming across such a beautiful woman I would have been inspired to write a poem about the situation and how she is too perfect for such mistreatment. A poem that she would never read or hear and even if she did she would not have connected the perfect specimen my poem is describing as being her and she would be correct too do so. For the poem I would have written about the perfect woman I just met would not be of her but nothing more than a fictional character I concocted based on a few minuets of dialog, sad eyes, perfect smile, tears on her left cheek and the skyline as my back drop. If this poem was written she would not connect to the person for who it is intended cause she never existed anywhere but in my hopeless romantic imagination. After all those thoughts passed I was reminded of how much I miss writing poems for women that do not exist, just to give my self some hope that one day my poetry and the love and hope I place in them would find a home in anyone willing too hear them and except them as their own.

a source of my insperation.

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