2.4 Boy from across the creek

Passion is always a mystery and unaccountable,
and unfortunately there is no doubt
that life does not spare its purest children 
and often it is just the most deserving people 
who cannot help loving those that destroy them.
~ Hermann Hesse

There is this boy, 
from across the creek.
He is a boy from the west,
But lives on the south side
Of this creek,
Near the sandy beaches.

On the north side of the creek,
Where the majestic boat docks,
And rolling mountains on the back drop,
Lives a girl of the east.

Both the boy and the girl,
Have the perfect life.
Perfect place,
Perfect friends,
Perfect family,
Perfect job,
Perfect suitors.

She think she loves this boy,
from across the creek.
But in reality, 
she only loves the idea of him.
He seemed to be the perfect muse.
She uses him to be her muse,
In her writing, in her art.

She sees a picture of him.
His photo annoys her to death.
She is cursing at him, inside,
Cursing at his sneaky grin,
Cursing at his silliness,
Cursing at his distancing lecture.

On other days,
When she is more dreamy,
She sees the boy in a more rosy light.
Then she would idealize him,
Place him on a pedestal.
Dream about being with him.

He opens his mouth,
Then the dreamy bubble burst.
She curses him again,
For bursting her bubble.

One day,
She decides to move away.
Move away from the creek,
Move away from him,
Move away from all the noise,
Far, far away, to the east.