Deserted in Love.

I’m scared.
I’m scared your love is like a mirage,
That I am thirsty for a real love
And from a distance
Your love looks beautiful
And perfect,
Kind and compassionate,
Passion filled
And sincere.
Yes from the distance of want and desire,
Your love looks real;
But maybe
Up close,
As I sift through the desert sands of time
I’ll start to see the flaws of your love.
Maybe I’ll look back up again
And before my very eyes
Your love will have withered and disappeared
In the desert winds.
And your sincerity
Will be kin to the sweet lie
Of a false oasis
That your kindness,
A ploy to lure me in;
To make me walk these many miles.
My feet now tattered and my body exhausted
By the sun’s desperate rays,
Before your feet
Ready to give up.
That your passion,
Rather a symbol of displacement
Of me
I am afraid
To find myself restless in the palm of your hand
Like a cobra wrapped around your finger
Suffocating you
Entrapped by you
Entranced by you
I am scared of the lies
That hide behind a sweet smile
Scared of the menace
That may await
Behind desert skies and brown eyes
I worry that,
My heart may be lost to you
While my mind is lost
To fear
And I
May simply be
Lost
That I
In this game between us two,
Have lost.

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STEPHANIE LOPEZ
​is a creative mind, though logistical, and as a writer this comes forth in poems and tales of anxiety as the words flow to ascribe meaning to the battles that ensue within the mind. As a psychology major, the writing is attuned to such topics of studies, while delving into personal experience, aiming to serve the purpose of connectivity between reader and writer through the medium of language.

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