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Sep 2012
Entangled in action that I knew was wrong
Yet plead ignorance to what’s going on,
As the song I’m singing hurts my ears,
Fills me with fears that I promised would not distress me again.

Again

Again

Until another us reaches another end.
Speeding up now.
I know not the whys, just the hows.
Ive seen inside and there’s no pride, just a ****** reality to hide the lies
Or so-called half-truths: whole lies disguised in demise,
Hidden behind my dark, sultry, convincing eyes.

So now, for truth.
Truth I must share as proof that I loved you,
Love me:

There was nothing above you
But light and learning which stunted this yearning for greedy pleasures,
At least for a while,
Hid behind a smile.
Buried at the back of a shared cupboard,
Nestled at the top of a tree in a secret wood
That I’ve struggled to find again
So, no wonder you couldn’t.
I knew that i shouldn’t.
Not just for us, but for me, for my own sanity
I had lost a-aaall clarity,
Needed a man,
His touch,
You see?

Touching.

Fleeting.

Empty strokes from a boy I knew no more,
Scurried down stairs to call you curled up on the floor.
Cried into your tee shirt as he closed the door.
I’m not going to tell you any more.
I know you’ve played it in your mind a hundred times already.
Before, please believe our love was pure.
Andrea Cullen
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