The New Rapunzel

It happened so quickly- 

I didn't get a chance to say it.

I felt it so strongly- 

It was hard to convey it.

It fell violently upon me,
With the strength of summer rain-

Swift, unexpected and pouring-

Leaving the potential for porous pain.

Slight disbelief mixed with irregular heartbeats-

Had me wanting to retreat at the slightest sign of promise-

For too risky is defeat.

Cold sweats and

Cold feet.

Had my drum tap-tapping to some new rhythmic beat.

Love does not cheat.

It is only true and honest.

So the movement in his feet was not a delusion of my dream-

But a dream that came to life,

A film reel that’s for the real

And,

Love can be

Sweet.

Yet turn as bitter as fermented grapes.

One sip of the potion and you’re sent swinging into a daze.

So I stay away-

Covering my heart in red tape,

So the jesters will stray away.

I cherish the day when I can foolishly say-

That he will never
Leave.

No matter how mean or how green I can be,

He will role up his sleeves and get deep in the matter-

Won’t flinch nor will he falter when my mood goes a-scatter,

Won’t wince nor will he whine when the glass falls and shatters,

He will pick up the pieces

For me.

Always pledging allegiance & loyalty,

To not only me but to the greater,
 That is

We.

He would fight through the night as a knight would

For me.

Slay a small dragon and

Parade its head through the town, on a wagon for all eyes to see.

Indeed, he would make a spectacle and earn victory,
Impeccable,

For me.

If I desired a star on a dark, cloudy night,

He would shoot through the sky
To retrieve at least nine,

For me.

Oh love can be so lovely.
Yet feelings are ephemeral-
Meaning that they will flee.

So then he decides that he is bored
With me.

And throws up his hands, and runs off to chase

A new lady for the taking and her novel embrace.

A new Rapunzel.

The fair dame to take
My place.

While I weep and whine and plea for a second chance.

A cold back I address as he takes his new dame’s hands,

And leads her into a temporal fantasy,

The pleasantries and flowers and trees he used to bring for me,

He gives them to her.

All the same he does for her he once did,

For me.

Yet, like a fool with no integrity
All I continue to think about is he.

In spite of my defeat,

Completely ignoring my face, splattered upon the concrete-

Or the heart with bullet-holes as it howls on my sleeve.

My mind has been taken,

My poor Soul was mistaken,

The Prince in his armor was the villain out for my name,

For his pleasure is fulfilled in the root of selfish gain.

The root of my despair-

The ventriloquist of my pain.

I hold my head low, in disappointment and shame,
Pulling my locks in defeat and disdain.

The dragon he once slayed and paraded through town,

Is now the head of a woman who feels like his circus clown.

Oh how things can change in the blink of an eye,

All because that New Rapunzel,

Caught my man’s eye.