Monday, August 30, 2010


Your devious lies
and the spells you weave
are the patterns I trace
in the bruises you leave

I rub the wounds
afraid to let them heal
I soak myself
in the way I feel

I can't hate you
so in love I'll stay
call it denial if you will
because for you I still pray

I'll dance in my tears
and drink them like wine
remembering your wicked smile
when I dared call you mine

Years ago I hurt you
now I've been served mine
so I rejoice in the juices
as its my heart in which you dine

So now that we're even
you walk away with content
while I savor the juices
of the love that I spent.

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