Takes a toll,
No real compensation!
A love that feels so pure, when present, yet so faulty when absent.
Never to branch out, always to be obscure;
Is a love that is against the odds; surely won’t grow & root?
Best thing to do is close the door & just never know.
But not hearing your giggle or seeing your smile just leaves me wondering where to go from here.
Not easy being the one to end it, usually I’m the glutton taken for granted.
Takes a rebound to rediscover what’s really in the mix.
This isn’t a cloak of regret I wear, weighing me down; let it be known my heart had soared again
Who knew I’d fall for you?

I did; the first moment I saw you, legs stretched out so regal.
I fell first
No doubt
Professed predictability and probability for such anyway
And now I say Good-bye
Close another chapter;
Abhorring this loneliness
I think I was in her shoes once, maybe twice
Pending viewpoint per-ponderance
I was almost a wife to the love of my life, and I was almost a Mother–so I see her and three innocent faces when I say Good-bye to you

Sometimes doing what is right & sound leaves such a residue of contempt
Hurting then provides;
Fortitude to endure what is to come,
Which is more then, a one year knock-out
I won’t cry over this one I vow;
Cried once when classification was given
Randomized on a shelf; between other obligations
Moving on is too easy these days, he told me so
I’ll shuffle you before you shuffle me
I’ve gotta shake this disease of your ease.
While feasting like a parasite on my convictions