The high is wearing away,
Leaving the dull ache of wanting –
But more than wanting;
All that is left is the dull ache of necessity.
A need of someone to have,
Someone to hold,
Someone to call my own.
The seeds of passion were buried,
Forcibly forgotten.
But where there are seeds,
There will be blossoms,
And this love has emerged –
But to be plucked as weeds from my heart,
Dismissed forevermore,
Or to be cultivated and nourished
To become something beautiful?
I cannot imagine hurting you,
But this deception is hurting me:
My heart cannot take it.
I am the deceiver,
But who is the deceived?
Am I only fooling myself,
Or more than that, am I fooling you?
I had felt abandoned,
One more person –
One more friend –
Just walked out of my life.
No explanation.
No questions asked.
Just gone.
Happiness gained and happiness lost.
And then there was you –
And now there is you –
And now there is us.
A friendship sacrificed for the hope of something more,
I adore you more than you can know.
You’re wonderful in so many ways.
But in choosing you, I’ve abandoned him,
And he, in turn, has abandoned me.
An emptiness is growing where joy once was.
His silence is killing me slowly;
A part of me is dying.
And I cannot but regretfully feel that it is because of you.
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...December '08, I think?
Maybe January '09. During the time my Lysander wasn't talking to me, anyway.
The Lair of Shadows
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