He will likely never read this, but it was written for a man who was my stepfather long ago and the father of my brother although he emphatically denies ever knowing either of us now...
Love, Lies, and Stupidity
You were a knight to me
A lamb among wolves
I trusted you and of your love
I was sure
So what can account for my
stupor or stupidity
Could it be that you
forfeited your soul
not my call
Perhaps you buried the truth
so very deep
that it is unrecognizable
even to you
I’ve learned well
the fallibility of mankind
you however,
have established an all time low
In human imperfection
Sleep must elude you
with your belly full of lies
or can you truly exist
fictitiously, continually
perjuring yourself
to those you “love”
Are you even capable
You make me cry
not for myself
but for one I treasure
Unlike you I am capable
In time you will realize
the number of your days
You will long to reconcile
this regrettable mistake
which tragically will be fully spent
and therefore irreconcilable
I can release this anger
as it steals my joy
but sorrow shall prevail
for I loved you so
One day even my sorrow
must cease
However yours,
once avowed
will live eternal.
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