Love or lust…in the Time of “No Contact”

“This will surely be the last time,” I say to myself. Obviously as a joke now. But wait, are you ready to hear more comedy? Well, I wrote a little poem this time because I’m so tired of reopening doors I once had firmly closed. It’s comical. Rhyming to the beat of clown music.

*sips my 8oz glass of red wine and holds it up as a cheers to that man*

Here you are, testing my resolve, ghosting as your favorite ploy,

Right after blowing up my phone…oh, how easily I’m the decoy. 

If love had common sense, it wouldn’t knock on my door,  

But here he was, and I, the fool, playing host to heartache once more.

His text that day might as well have said: “Got room for one more mistake?” Just like that. So cold.

I’d laugh and say, “I’m booked on regrets, but for you, I’ll put one on hold.”

Two years of tug of war, my heart the frayed rope,  

All of my “never agains” lost to his real text of “Help, I’m stranded”. Oh what a slippery slope.

1am, he came, half prince, half peril, knocking at my gate,  

Stranded not just on roads but in this life of fate.

“Why open doors that should stay closed?” My friends quiz, quite appalled.

Am I a good Samaritan to love, or just a sucker for the fall?

He was in my living room, then his fingers traced my cheek,  

I dodged, I ducked, I played it cool… until my will grew weak.

Love, or something like it, buzzing back to life,

Despite my fortress of solitude, built to withstand strife.

He left with dawn’s early light, back to where heartbreaks roam,  

Leaving me with nothing but “what ifs” and now this poem.

So here’s to hearts that break but somehow still respond,  

Is it weakness, is it strength, or just fondness for the bond?

When does helping cross the line, where do we draw the mark?  

Between guarding your own heart and lighting sparks in the dark?  

So, how tough are you, when old flames come to play?  

Is it humanity, or just old habits that won’t go away?