The boardroom is tense and full of tenses;
past, present and a future non-existent.
Black, mournful suits and choking pretences
on your side. Mine is avidly calm, persistent
of the reasons for what you do and have done.
Endless justifications and threats...
Hateful mirrors to show what we've become:
twisted? Insane? I have many and no regrets.
But I didn't deserve this ending
and you didn't have to close the book this way.
But in this world, full of horrible things,
This is how it came to be, today.
I don't expect anything, no compensation
for the valuable time I've spent on you.
I have no more hesitation
as you obviously prefer her to
me - as strange as it seems,
you are welcome to eachothers hearts.
I wish you both fabulous dreams
as I clean off my hurt marks.
Open the doors and let me walk through now.
This meeting is over.
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Chasing the Midnight Cloud (Currently Editing)
PoetryLove and fantasy, vampires, ghosts, monsters and ghouls... Poetry of the night. If you can leave a comment I would be much obliged.