Claiming my Own

Resignation.
Someone thinks I'm cute.
Someone is wanting love to
spark.
I was informed of
the matter yesterday,
it just complicates things.
There's not a chance
in hell.
I actually don't believe
in hell. Well, I do
but it is created in
the mind. People are
in hell walking down the streets.
They don't really wait for
the hereafter.

There is an intensity
in my eyes
that often gets misconstrued.
I don't fully understand it
myself
but it is there, piercing
even me when I look
in the mirror.
Romantic love is up
in my lighthouse,
there it is safe
from the casualty
of lust.

He will not find me
whole or complete.
He would
become attached to
my dettachment.