yabs

A profanely unfamiliar anger
That replaced the regret in my mind
From promises unfulfilled
And tears unwept

As true as the light
Which lingers as I look away
As precious as the morsels of minutes
I used to cherish with you

Believable and blissful love
That was true but only in passing
With every fraction of a second
Seemingly shorter… quicker…

Leaving nothing for myself
But the loathing of a thousand misfortunes
I can hear its laughter… this cursed fate
Grinning, giggling, mocking my sacrifices

And though I cannot laugh back
For this pain is quite great
I shall not be here for long
Never your paramour ever again

Because I’m not worth just a stolen moment