What it is that we've been doing, I can't be sure,
But it's a pleasure to have you around.
I have spent less time seeking to procure
Hearts of men who truly had me spellbound
Than I have given to you, spent with you, and yet
I cannot bring myself to regret this.
Outside of these walls, you seem to forget
Me, and though I try not to deem you remiss,
I catch myself pondering whether you like me
At all; am I just easy to lay with?
There is a part of me, an escapee,
Who can miss you, but - to be forthwith -
There were nights when you said you don't want to lose me.
Those were the nights that I held my tongue.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
