Down under
with faceless fear.
Thunderclap
sounds wonder.
Drip,drip,
of one too many tear.

Caught
between
you and I,
a spark
burned hot.

Reaching in,
drawing back.
A bellows billows black.

I can't
wonder
where or when,
what it was we had,
and will it ever
be back again.

The long lost love
lost its luster.
Too much too soon,
Much too much
trust to muster.

You said
you didn't want
to hurt me,
but still you did.

I never wanted to hurt you,
but still I did. Some times
I can clearly see where it is that
I bring sorrow.

We bounced around
and called it fun.
We hid ourselves
not wanting to hurt,
we played the lie
and took what
we thought
was the best.

But inside now,
I see it for what it was,
it was just a curve ball
sinking fast.

Sometimes,
in my right mind,
I clearly see why
I feel the guilt
and the shame.

When your pain
or some symbol
of your grief
lay
spread eagle
over my not so picture
perfect day,
and in my
undaunted attempt to
kick your dark
memory
to the curb.


When I
can see where
I caused you sorrow,
I have to
justify it,
stop
thinking
about it,
put it...
off until tomorrow.

I sometimes wonder
if there really is
any winners
or losers
in break-ups,
or if it is only the prep work
while the chef
shouts out his or her maniacal orders.

I did once look
at my past loves,
(if you can call them that).
The only common denominator
I could come up with
as to why they didn't hold true amd work
was me..
So there I go,
who's to blame who.
That just amounts to,
That's that...

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