Dear Lover
#1 of Poetry
Today I have to confess I won't be putting up Part 5 of 'A Bloody Name' for today. Makes me feel sick but I have to take the time to finish it and edit it.
For now, please enjoy some solemn poetry on love!
Dear Lover,
I am sorry to impose,
But I write to you now with the utmost regret.
I must confess to you my cardinal crime:
I have masqueraded as something I am not.
You think the world of me,
Never a day goes by where you don't sing my praises.
You blush when you mention the candle-lights,
The flowers and the chocolates, the movies and the dinners.
But that is all a beautiful lie
That I have conceived to deceive you.
The rosy dreams, the summer scenes;
All a Photoshop, all a filter that Snapchat nor Instagram could match.
I had no grand motive nor reason;
No rationale for vengeance nor domination.
All that I did, the lies I told and the falsehoods I created,
As sick as it is, I did it for you and I did it because I could.
Hate me if you will
For I deserve nothing less than your scorn.
But I wanted to be the anaesthetic to your aesthetic,
I just wanted to make you believe in something better.
I know now I am the coat of rose thorns:
In the moment that you wear me, you are beautiful.
But when I'm done with you, and that day will come,
You will be naked, bleeding and alone, and then you will understand
How love leaves scars.
Yours truly,
Love