That feeling
Was even tempered,
We could be friends
I knew,
She hated me, then
Excited about that existance
We took a vow of silence.

That ruinned my mini happiness
Spoke the native language of love
He never understood
He kept another turn
The devil knew him
And I did spot him
From his cronies

He never noticed
He was astonished.

Never expected anything fresh,
I filed the first divorce with fear
Then with his patronage
I cared little, and I got him
He caught feelings
His temper racing
I became complacent
Then comfort followed
Drew up my tinted shades
Crossed my arms, legs too
With a smirk, watched
Then watched, and watched

The fire never went off
His attitude became valid
zero seconds for apology.

His only asset, recycled
He advised himself
It was the wrong way
From that distance
I rounded it off
To its nearest response
Indifference came first
Then hatred followed
His mini love could not withstand
That tested his flesh
He couldn’t have trusted
Then I set me free
Closed my arms
Pressed hard my ailing heart
It was artificial affection

Boom! my rock bottom.

Then made it easy
Narrated my taled love
He saw it
Claimed it in bronze age myth
I didn’t bark back, I knew
It was between love and
Fundamental belief.
The former was preference
‘To be right, to be in love’
I expecting to die upon arrival
I survived to tale…

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