What Is This? Poem by nina ...

the lies
the deceit
the heartbreak

who was the liar
who was the object of deception
who was the heartbreaker

it started with motives
it started with lust
it started with impulse

“us” never contained a kiss
“us” never contained enjoyment
“us” never contained love

there was always another
there was always animosity
there was always disdain

we were barren
we were vain
we were perverse

this was a mishap
this was a debacle
this was a mistake

im lost
im done
im gone.