So its true.
It was all just a matter of distance.
You
thought you loved me, merely because I always there, the itch you can't quite reach, the attention you think you might have wanted
I,
held your hand through the weeks of uteric pain and as the gas in your chest cavity slowly moved between your organs.
I,
gave myself to no one but you in no hope of gain and
You,
lashed me to shreds and shards of a man every time you snapped your gnashing jaws at me, tearing chunks out of my mauri.
The trust once between us looks like the flowers you carelessly left on your windowsill to dry up and die, leaving me to wonder whether it ever existed at all.

It was nothing but proximity love.

I was told that you found a new lover,
and to be Frank I am Tame and over.
But to say I spread the rumours is far from close.
I won't say what you want to hear,
so you just want ****** believe it.
You'll bend as much as Tane Mahuta and you will lose because of it.

I wait for a hand to hold through pain and fear.
I learn from this
I leave this
I no longer know you.
But,
did I ever.