You hold hand and say,"let's make peace." But your hands feel like steel and.... your breath is cold.I search your eyes and all I see is shadows,where remorse never resides.You lean over and kiss my cheek,and then you kick my foot, yet you call this....love? You take me for a fool and humiliate me in crowds, then whisper love in dark corners...... you call that love?? You watch me in amusement as I wander off in the dark and come running to me after I have broken my bones and stumbled. ..... Don't hold my hand brother,for this is hypocrisy.Yes,I love you,but I am certainly not stupid nor blind.I choose to walk away than to embrace beauty adorned in lies,deceit and manipulation.I refuse to hold your hand thick with dishonesty.Go your way........as I go mine.

A beautiful dusk,the end of another graceful day.
And am standing here,the dew is giving it's perfect glow,in a pattern that my eyes are trailing.....but behold,I did not get to see the end of it.I saw you instead,those firm hairy legs,that posture that made me dread to keep looking up...but I did.
There you are,I still remember that demeanor, your intense look,ocean eyes, narrow lips.
I still remember your kisses, your touch,but I mustn't.
That is why I turn away,I walk , before I come flying into your arms.