Aries

Aries is the first sing of the zodiac,
it opens up the circle and just like
that you always put yourself first as well.

Aries used to be a phone call
every night, a sleepy voice in my ear
saying :"do you know how many chills
I get when you tell me you love me?"

Aries were your bright, big and beautiful
brown eyes, your soft hair cascading around
your shoulders like a waterfall

but as beautiful and as alluring
as I found Aries to be; the fact
of the matter was that Aries was
no good for me

Aries was your cruelty,
the constantly reminding me
of "you know you can but you won't"

Aries is the name I give to the
remains of a romance that was far too
sinful to function, that had too many flaws
to last.

Nowadays, Aries is a voice I don't hear,
are eyes I don't see, lips I don't taste
and a heart I no longer belong in
but still care about.

..and I never really admitted the truth
about Aries, I never really said that
when I had it I still didn't understand
that love was stronger than shame

I had been ashamed in the way
I wanted you; Aries.

I'm standing here in the remains of
this broken love, I am writing here
about this old love, knowing
that there is no getting back together
anymore.

that its no use trying to reconstruct
old love, but Aries ...

..you are a timeless emotion
I can't seem to get rid of.