I told him I love you...
All those years ago.
He mascaraded as an ally,
compassion an undertone.
He said he spoke to you,
and relayed your words allegedly.
He told me you said it was intense,
But that you'd only end up hurting me.
I wonder now,
What was said,
Knowing he lied for so long.
He wanted from me,
What was long before dead...
And he took enjoyment
Out of procuring that wrong.
And when he confessed
What he had done...
I can not tell you how my heart sank.
He said he turned you against me...
A straw on the camel's back.
He said it with a smirk and delight,
Ignorant in anchoring my wrath.
That's when it burned. The Light that would ignite...
And all would go up in flame
That's when I knew for this I could never forgive him,
And I started screaming out your name.
It was always there, the undertow...
Knowing what I know...
But this anchored so deep, and I became enraging fury,
At the thing he had stolen from me.
For this was Love. A Destiny written.
He had no right to touch.
He meddled though, and I did not know
And for this he will pay so much.
And when I had Learned,
This vile thing...
I felt to the core what he feels now
But that was just the Hand of Divinity.
And I paid my dues. Did my deeds.
Maybe that was the point for us to be.
But truly I had lovedand forgiven him.
Now, perhaps though I see.
I am the Karma. Of which he stole....
When between us, He had intervened.
I belong in your bed, I always had.
It was more than destined to be.
Serendipity married Fate
The day you and I said "Hi".
Now what he stole from the both of us,
Is his greatest Wish, so vehemently denied.
I did not mean,
For it to go this way....
That was never my intention at all.
But it is the way the cards would play.
It is the way they would fall.
Now what's in hand I keep close to chest,
But I guess not to chest at all.
For in my poetry I confess,
The writings on the wall.
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