I lost him
The day
He flawed
Though
He loved me
It was
Too scummy
A deed
To overlook
To withdraw
Or be gnawed....
I still don't
Call it loss
It was knowledge
That he
Could be gross
Had I not
Loved him so
For all
His tears
And pleas
Passion and love
I would have
Forgiven him
And not
Shown him
The door....
Who wants
A lover that flaws
Life was better off
Sans scars and claws....
Sadness and disappointment in someone doesn't necessarily bring tears. The knowledge that he could do that to you can numb you so much that the tear glands refuse to work.....
