Captivating Criminal

Once again, you’ve changed me,
showed me the spark that can ignite
a fire deep inside by a simple
coming together of lips between two lovers
who can only refuse one another.

We are not right,

yet we cannot be wrong
with a longing like this, lasting
years of silence and months of
separation at a time because

neither you nor I have been ready
to love one another, though we
have always burned to. Your lips

stay locked on mine in my memory
and I hold on to that feeling of bliss;
the taste of your green cigarette;
the feeling of possibility that maybe

this year, this day, we will finally connect.

But I fear you soon will run away
as you always do; forget to call
for our very first date.

Your best at abandoning but I can imagine
the lover you could be to me and how
I could attempt in calming that innate anger
that seems to always be boiling inside
those beautiful eyes and mumbling
from those perfect lips that are

destined to someday be mine.

You are sweet; will wait on me hand and foot
in the moment but forget me when the sun
decides to rise. Our situation is difficult,

like Romeo and Juliet, and this may be
the only reason why we long so deeply,
because we are not meant-to-be.

But I love you and you in some way
love me, though you still are not ready
to act on this but instead daydream
of what we could be. You string me along

while you attempt to figure yourself out.

And I will wait, whether it may be
by choice or by default from my lack
of ability to long like this for

anybody else.