Sunday, April 9, 2017

Tryst


But that’s just it my dear
That stain of hurt brings me to life
To freely experience every emotion
It governs excitement, care, and exultation
Hate me, hurt me, it doesn’t matter
There is nothing quite so fantastic
As someone that can crave you
Despite your fabrications
Did you think it would be so simple?
To tap into my heart?
Keep it up king of con-artistry
As I sadly imagine
What your current lover must feel
Never knowing she is part of your machinations

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