Engrossment

To whom it may concern,
The tragedy was not discerned,
And my own makeshift world has been left burned.
Torn apart by the wondering ways,
Ripped asunder by the monsoon's waves.
I write this now in the engrossment of my past,
I say this now to the love that never lasts,
You were what you are and what was never meant to be.
So in my own shred of happiness I will no longer believe
To the hopes that were with me in my trust,
I put this down and will never read.
I will never again choose to see the beauty,
The beauty other than what I have inside of me.
To stranger's ears my love has fallen,
To skies darkened by the ash of my true calling,
It is and was love that I could never know.
The pain of passion that I will only show,
Passionately, putting my vision to the road,
To the love that was never meant to be,
I write this now in my own disbelief.
You were what I am not and what I can never be,
My distant heart, in the moon it shines,
Glimmering down reminding me what is not mine.
I give this kiss to my heart alone,
A kiss that only the worthiness of the moon has shown,
Now I am fading into my own unknown.
Sharing the faces that no one will ever see,
Feeling the pain that has been cursed to me.
With each painful brush on the cheek,
I will fulfill my destiny and with my heart spend eternity.