Dark halos left where tears have dried
All is gone and lips are bruised
Why won't you just fight for me?
I know it's spent but I'm still yours

There are some constants in our crazy ******-up story
Like how I feel before I meet you
That debate it stays the same
Should I do this once again?

I know of course the answer is:
No! Run a mile while you still can!
But 'still can' is a lost entity, been and gone
And this it has been since day one

Look at the sheer beauty of the camelia;
Hot, yet delicate pink petals contrast against the lush green of the Spring grass
How long she waited for her buds to burst into bloom
Patiently waited through stark Winter frost
To hold centre stage on the first day of Spring
Oh, how short lived was the fame of the sweet camelia
Her hot pink heads scattered all too soon on the dewy grass beneath;
How much thought we waste on how things may have been and what the cost
While the camelia patiently sways in the breeze
With no remorse for what is lost.

I look back
the cloud, the haze
I won't be taken by it again;
By You
Your untold complexities
tangled in your web
of deep and dark deception
Do You even know?
Is it You in the mirror
Of all the others' souls;
to spend an evening with one of them
All I see is You
and then again,
the cycle restarts.