| Stale is the love,
you were meant to give,
like my bruises, it faded -
after you left
Beyond your comprehension,
lies the fact that I adapted,
Within the circumstances,
I have been dealt.
Agitated, I waited,
on the wooden swirling staircase,
your aggression displayed,
when you were blitzed.
I dignified you,
despite the suffering I led.
Eternally I could've loved you,
but I despise you instead, |
