credit me at least with this –
for having believed.
despite scars of old
and cumulative dragons slain
i let my guard down,
let myself be hurt again.
For reference, it would have been easier
to accept the sudden turn
if your reason had been at all reasonable
your opinions actually your own.
instead you leave me still loving me:
befriending your own foes.
unlucky in love, but luckily me
since, having believed,
since, having unfortunately been here before
i am no tourist. no short-cuts;
but knowing the road, i’m prepared at least
for the sharp bends and worst bumps.
another toothbrush in another bin, then
so much for having believed.
love’s labour lost,
and finders, keepers, will keep;
once more back to the drawing board
and a blueprint for reprieve.