Toys On The Moon (Chapter One) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

'You want words for the moments you live
to share and not to only take
the emotion of love
she gave you with that kiss.'

I try to write because I still need you
not to love me, but to know what I lived on the throne of our regretted love.
I remember how I almost jumped into the lake for you,
in the park,
but I've grown a lot since that day,
I've stopped unfolding my arms for you
as it is what you want of me.
I've seen dragons of gold in your wavy hair,
and I have touched the dragons
with every kiss I planted on your red red lips
on your neck, back, or everywhere else my lips wandered
in our love's passionate tornado.
I was so used of kissing you,
that when you stopped
I felt the futillity of my lips
as no one ever did.
I want the world to love you more
and I want you to hate me
so I could get rid of this wonderful obsession of you.
Tell me love:
Who's gonna watch you now
in amazement, when you sleep?