I Hurt From Her

My hurting from my last relationship

 

And thee hath pulled me into hell,

Weak-legged; a scrag. I misconstrued

My trust for Her, and should have known to tell

That her seal was of the beast. True

Had I fallen for Her, but like father and mother

She hath smothered what we two had, too soon.

At times I feel as if we dispise one another,

But e’ery day I glance at Her with sorrow pulling me under.

 

I’ve found that my heart withers away in the storm

Of redemption. A maelstrom of emotions

Longing for, more and more; a way out of this shore.

God, what have become I? A guardian o’er oceans

Of love, of life, and of change? Lusting for others

And Her lust for other’s torments my soul. When

Jealousy reigns o’er mine, and Hers. Melancholy colours

Shine through mine eyes, when she weeps for thee, or another.