Savior

A savior not so
To love and to gaze
That not a thought, nor sight of him
Shall haunt me past this time

A far I watched him nearest
And the nearest was afar
Through ice of eyes and cold of heart
The longing burned a wound

He did not look for purity
And hed chose the wrong for not
But for reasons that my heart forgot
I could not break the line

His hands were gentle partners
His clouded eyes were life
I wanted just to see him and
To stand in his own wake

The truth could never be the real
And always did it long
To free itself from my own mind
As it loomed among my dusk

No one knew the tragedy
And no one fought the tale
But my savior was a sinning one
And I needed him for not

**Again, this poem is dedicated to Matt. Its been weeks since graduation; I just wish I could get over him and move on. He wasnt perfect, and he did things I would never do or allow, but what kills me is that even after witnessing the things he did, I couldnt get over him. This poem is me forcing myself to think logically...I can never have him; he's not for me, and (as simple as it is) i think it was one of the most painful pieces Ive written.**