The Truth About Love

I asked her if she believe in love.
She smiled and said,
it was her most elaborate way of self-harm.
I asked to see her scars.
She smiled and said they were the worlds’ to see,
but when I went to grab her, to save her,
She was already beyond my reach.
Her face was extraordinary, her smile was dimpled.
Her thoughts were her treasures, the X marks the spot.
I had tasted her mind; I cannot forget its flavor.
Ambrosia that you cannot comprehend.
She stayed out of my way, seemingly unremarkable.
She had everyone fooled, she was so easy to ignore.
It wasn’t until I asked her about love,
that I knew my chance was already gone.