forbidden

It was a visceral feeling, one felt so deep within oneself.
How can one feel such a thing when all the pieces are put together—there should be no room,
but my heart deceives me.

The swift auburn hair, a fiery curtain, whispers against the wind.
The depth and poise of the frosted green eyes, cold and provoking, pierce through my steel soul.

How can one harbor these emotions when the Sakura blossoms, with their fleeting beauty,
perfume the air in the garden of my solitude?
It is the Cassandra complex of my soul—
the forbidden love that speaks truths no one else will hear,
echoing in the chambers of a heart not yet resigned.

Journal Entry 12/6/2011 8:20PM