Entangled we were;
two simple threads in a faux fur.
If all we could see was gray
then why didn’t we find another way?
At best, what once was bliss
quickly became a game of hit and miss.
lead into days of fright.
Shadows with our darkest desires
plagued us with a need of umpires.
Unable to quench our thirst,
it was better to leave than to stay and burst.
Our love was a poison,
a manipulative emotion.
What’s done is in the past-
and we’re now free at last.
© December 2015 by Amber L Hoppa