I wonder what made me fall in love with you
Sometimes
I don't. Because I know
You were unlike statistic One; the solidary Other;
A beautiful woman with
a warm smile,
enticing eyes
open hearted, free spirited
"Oh" pretty thing where have you gone?
You have left me.
For whatever, who knows,
don't care.
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
Was it something I was?
Or wasn't?
God damn I am an ignorant fool,
not even blind! Only stubborn like a stuck
pig.
Some days are quick
to pass, floating along
Others,
catch my breath and strike me down
cold.
You! Have left me broken
with the thick Fat of your words
. . . . .I miss the sweetness you gave. . . . .
Oh do joy how happy you had made me, thank
you. Hah, may I laugh at our folly
Every face is faceless; useless
without name tags
Time is moving slowly but filling
the Tree knot. Stopping
rot.
It spaces out my s t r e a c h e d heart
Sometimes
I wonder what made me fall in love with you
Sometimes
I don't.
I know .
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