The Grassy Knoll

so vibrant and alive 

maybe I'm smitten 

but maybe I'd never survive 

if you looked at me like that 

As if 

a sick and ridiculous dream

there is nothing

within me that could evoke 

such tenderness 

from someone like you 

how she can't see whats right in front of her 

should be a capital offense 

though you put on a good show 

there is no pretending 

as words on a page 

as soon as the literate eye is met 

deciphers and devoured 

deeply felt and wholly understood 

nevertheless we persist

fodder for my broken ego

and i'm sure yours too 

meanwhile, the slow seep of surrender is my ultimate betrayal 

it's always safer to place losing bets