Dawning Creations

Passion.
Why do you betray me?
These emotions I once so knew
Were so familiar with
Have transformed my colors into gray.
The rain pelting down upon my tiresome head causes me to remember.
In the blink of an instant,
The passing of a speeding car, the sloshing sounds of rubber on pavement, and I am somewhere else.
I am that one thing that changed a life and took away what I had given.
I have given and taken away in all but a year.
I was the betrayal , the passion, the brutal emotions that promise something and then plead for forgiveness for their coverts.
Passions, you have lied to me.
You have made me make a mockery of love and then turned it around on me.
Though I am forgiven and have been forsaken, I will learn from your misgivings.
Where you promise short term satisfaction, I will find something more concrete, something that will take my breath away, while gently giving it back to me.
It will be something that makes me yearn for breath, a promise that can be broken but will strive for me, live and even die for the likes me.
But it will not be selfish and I will plead with it to be so.
No, I will want for it all things to be great, like they could be.
Passions we could be friends.
Now that I realize you were never the true enemy.
The enemy was the weakness of a heart, the confusion of a stubborn deer, blinded by the glitz of wet headlights in the rain.
Let this be a lesson to never
Allow to bring simple, short term passions to waste of a meaningless
Time spent again.