by Bonny Simon

Created on: May 16, 2010   Last Updated: August 27, 2010

Its not the end of loving that hits so hard,

I really did love, I let down my guard.

To be dismissed as less than right,

Is what I was fighting with all of my might.

You said there was no love left,

A small realisation not leaving you bereft.

When the chips all came down and truth was out,

You turned tail and ran, gave in to your doubt.

There is always a way to work a solution,

The easy way is just a means of absolution.

To settle for less, you short change everyone,

You have only yourself to blame for it all when its gone.

What you have now, is a big empty shell.

To live without trust is a different kind of hell.

But this is what you get for playing it safe,

And these are the hurts we take to our grave.

I call you a coward, the very worst sort.

The kind who wants to be everyone’s port.

The problem with that is everyone loses,

These hurts don’t fade like ordinary bruises.

There’s a glimmer of hope for me at the close,

Its little enough in the grand scheme, I suppose.

I realise now I need a brave soul to love me,

Knowing this I can just let it be.

She will too realise this for herself, when she can think.

That a meaningless partnership carries a stink.

I hope she values herself highly too,

I wish you all well, I really really do.

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