Sorry seems a word of dishonour.
Not one you'll hear from me.
Stubborn, very stubborn.
So here I guess this mess.
Has led to stalemate
I'm sure you will agree'
At least I know my failings.
But stalking was not one.
I nod my head in acknowledgment of that.
That those highly strung wires may have tangled.
The joy we shared became totally mangled.
The messages got mixed up between the two of us.
But I cannot be dissed for that.
I will not open the mystery of our past history.
We are a closed book, what we had was special.
We loved, we had, we lost.
Such is life.

I did nothing wrong,
Certainly nothing with intention.
Except to play along.
With the well renowned king of the flirts.
In darkness, a neck bruised and tongue removed.
Left a line of chalk.
Maybe the rain will wash the line away.
Darling,
This wouldn't have happened if you talked the talk me!
You write words so eloquent.
But in spoken words let us down.
That's why we both sport a God awful frown
Runs between sweet love and hate.
I will discuss this crap no further.
Have really had enough.
To go from mate to hate is far more than tough!
Never deserved to lose a friend.
Neither of us did!