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Him

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?
Aoife Semple
Thursday, June 7, 2012
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