June 22nd 2005
I told myself
I loved you
And I meant it
You escaped
The meaning
As the consequences
Of your actions all
Came crashing down
Upon you
And then misery
Became my destiny
You slowly killed me
With your self
I never even knew you
As it seems
Misery and pain. Oh yes, you describe it as I know it too.
Do we women delude ourselves so easily, or do we just permit others to? I hope you are over your hurt, and willing to try again.