Even when knowing yourself
that you were in the wrong
the initiator of burden
was you all along

Guilt so relenting
words can't describe
what it is you're lamenting
what you did
embibe

A durrator of pain
placing love under siege
an addiction of betrayal
even on anniversary
this day,
New Years Eve

An easy escape
from this world may suffice
a permanent cape
thrown over your life

At no time before
have I felt more certain
to pull one last time
my final life's curtain

If I look at results
I know I the Loser
in these games of love
I played the snoozer

Took it for granted
played with life strings
thought I was clever
now my ache sings

Could ration the reason
make it quick, do emplor
no matter the season
limit the gore

And yet I live
because I've been here before
by the choices I've made
and I'll choose some more

This time personal problems
needing endless satiation
will learn and thus do
delayed gratification

Not just at love
but in all that is layered
family, friends, work, dog
successes made
by a life prepared

There will always be scars
life is fight from begining
to expect anything less...
     ...that's a life not worth living

Sometimes,
like right now,
I feel as if the only true value I posses
is my soul.
And,
to be completely truthful here,
I know I don't have the first clue
what that is.

So...

I'm gonna hang onto it
for as long as I can.
Even if it serves as no earthly purpose
But
to ******* those dam fairies.

I need to get layered!

'Twas the way she said,
...be sure to call me, don't forget...
then turned off her phone,
3 days net

I cast her a line
will she bite or let free?
readily lost from mind
the bait was me!

Oh mused from her loving
her plaything, her joy.
I spat out love poemz
Less haste did annoy

Lifted kindred spirit,
no more wobe-gone for me
was but a lie from a Strom
too blinded to sea

"You and I are going to have
a great love affair."
Should have been warning
Foundeld on note in sunlight morning

I asked the project wood
It for-told me, "Why Bother?"
Alone in my room, to ration or despair
Ignore nature's warning,
'tis up to me, I declare.

Sealed my fate...
I'm strong, been here before,
I'm ready for this...this...this time winning!
FOOL
Her's unslaved, mine unscathed
night,
was just the begining!

Oh the joys,
Such sweetness up to the edge,
but not quite *****
As promised her lore
THE everything abash
Irie romming back,
gonna get IT,
this time?
Maybe mohr

The musing doest stop,
genuine dost frey,
Lovings subside
Betrayl dost pay

"It will melt your mind"
Were the last words I herd
all in due time
her torture, my absurd

Communicate?  
Communicate she says?
Why were not those words
so heards
Whence whining and pining decays?

Hypocrispy so blatant
it must be ignored,
and the melt of the mind
gets restored

For it was up to me
All along on this journey
The most painful part
Is I always did see

This dance with the devil
The game of fairie,
My loves lorn lost
To the leanhaun shee

I'm glad you mentioned that,
allow me to elaborate with some ****...

The
Hand cleaner that painters use
depending upon what kind you choose,

Can be
more detrimental to one's hair
than the paint that's already there

So remember
with this ******
Next time you'read painting with delight

Clean your head with hand cleaner
and lose your hair?
You just might!