POEMS OF BOREDOM

| 3 | TO HIM, I ONCE HAD LOVE

To him, I once had love.

To him, I was an angel in the sky.
To him, I am a treasure in the sand.
To him, nothing's worthy but me.
To him, To him I once loved

That I felt the sky within my reach.
That I felt loved within those arms.
That I felt bliss in the raging fire.
That I felt pain after the lies.

You mutated my love into anger.
The time you decide I'm not enough
The time you caress her like me
The moment you leap into the fire

You broke my heart that once you loved
You broke my heart, which once had cared.
You broke my heart that once was yours.
And now I'm back to being free.

Free from the pain but not the memory
Free from the pain but not the betrayal.
Free from the pain but not your infidelity
Free from the pain, am I really?

The night had enveloped me in its darkness.
Allowing the monsters to feast on my demise
While you sleep in her arms after leaving me,
To him, I once loved lying in someone's embrace.

I had hoped we'd last to walk on the carpet of roses.
Not in some dark alley, not knowing where I would be.
I had hoped to wake up in the morning in your embrace.
Not in some drenched pillows with tears of despair.

AMRIEROSE