The one I hate comes in a form so likeable,
You'd never expect it to be him,
That would touch you, in ways so indecent,
So tragic, so grim.
The life and soul, where ever he goes,
No one knows,
His is so black and treacherous without her in mind
Shared blood away it goes
Blood intertwined, doesn't matter to him,
Asleep, he thinks his target is unaware
A watery bed from the window to her soul
She's ruined, a nightmare
His so black and hers so white, they share only blood
Not brave or strong
Just keeps on going on, pretending and wishing
That nothing went wrong.
Her and I? we have a lot I common, her habits,
My habits, much the same
She can tell nobody, such a torturous thing,
What a shame.
The one thing I can never understand, he put such
A dent in her plan
But she's managed to forgive him,
Something I never can.
This story comes with a twist, a missing piece of the puzzle,
Has she forgiven too fast
Or for something that is non-existent?
How long would that feeling last?