The Blood & The Bones

I spent almost a year of my life loving you and you kept me mostly a secret. Not one photo. Not one acknowledgement. I was always just a fling. And yet you pretended so well that it was real.

You were never all in.

Not even for a minute.

And here I was loving with all I had.

I’ll never get that back. Not the time, the love, the living. You took it. And, I suppose, you’d of kept taking, on your own terms, had I not figured you out.

Some days I wish I’d never met you. Today is one of them.

LL~