“I lOve you”
Those words
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                                      from her lips.
I believed her deceitful manner, her charisma; it was alluring.

The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours.

The love that I have
Or the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.

For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

Down on the green county
I tread the ramblers’ way

Behind the marked gate
Yes, over there
An overgrown sanctuary

This is where I will tread
Where the sun seeps through the leaves
And where the cows hide away
Where I will go to be quiet

A bridge sits at either end
No water lurks beneath
Only greenery
Masked by the rotting wood

And on these travels
I find solitude  
Away from it all

No one can find me here
Not even the farmer
The cows don’t understand
They can’t

Often they approach
Intrigued as to what
Never why
But it doesn’t last

I am alone again
Engulfed by it all

He wasn't my type.
       And I was far from his.
We lacked chemistry.
       There was no "spark."
Passion was unheard of.
        But atleast we were honest.
With only two motives in common,
        both lonely and bored,
atleast we had eachother.

Now come
Collect my damaged mood
Rid my darkened mind
Find where it aches
And speak to it

Drag it from the deep
Hold it
Let it burn
And poison our feelings
It was sowed long ago
And now ages

It weighs more now
Affects me deeper
Finds my weakness
And doesn't give warning

Does it hurt?
I'm not sure yet