The Unspokeable

I was stupid,
he was selfish.

I was twenty,
he was twenty four.

I was lost,
he was lust.

I was love,
he was not.

He gave me something,
I gave him everything.

It was 2011 something late,
now 2017 something late.

It's been years,
I keep wanders.

I can't go back,
my mind keeps flashing back.

I was young,
he was done.

I fell deep,
he slept deep.

I want him,
he wanted more.

I ran away,
he yelled.

I went back,
he stopped.

Well played,
I said.

You're mine,
he said.

I'm not,
I mad.

You are,
he screamed.

I fell again,
so hard.

He left me,
to pain.

I was twenty,
he was twenty four.

I was stupid,
I was indeed.