Difficult To Process You wrote me a letter
And it stated that you were in love with me.
Me.
Someone that I've lived with nearly nineteen years.
And here, I hear through the loud screaming words
That you're
In love with him.
He's impossible to tell...
His face never matches his moods
What suits him never would do for the next person
His words, grim and unnatural
After all, he has lived in solitude
Offering dues to be paid at a later date
Where he laid and waited to be repaid and
Always
Seemed
To
Lose...
Now you choose to be in love with him
And it's impossible.
He says that he's a darkened soul--
All it holds is regret
And pain
Stains of previous relationships smeared on his watery eyes
Eyes that I have seen with my own
That know no trust
But over the years
Became over the tier with lust
Steamy,
Sexy,
Undress me
With your lies
And I'll return the favor...
Save the feelings for someone who deserves them
When he heard them,
He scoffed
Because loss makes the heart grow cold
Love is a debt to be owed in regret
He writes down his response
In embossed letters,
Saying that
HE
HATES
YOU.
How can you show him love,
When all he's ever done was become what you feared?
I've put you through hell
And still you endured
Your fate will be sealed
Because your heart is so pure
You're doomed to love me
Your sentence is ugly
A harsh punishment doled out
By a soul that sold out.
You cry.
He smiles.
Your tears of pain amuse his.
This confuses.
You ask him, why doesn't he just try to apply his heart to
Your own?
Hormones rage.
Moans disengage.
Soft lips graze
The tenderness stays...
He looks away,
Ashamed.
The games he invites you to play with him are in vain.
The rain he conjured
Is all but drizzle
If the letter is true
He is defeated,
And must succumb to his weakness...
That he
loves
you
too.
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