Discept

And so it begins

THAT talk
Cutting losses
Bastard side
Never to debate

Is it that bad
Do I irk you so much

The distance
The calls
Secrets

Travel
Taking that leap of faith
Stepping outside convention

Both have risked

But who has the losses

If cut

I have the experience
The will
To bury myself
To once more remove
That which I said I never had

Whilst you
Well
You’re not in love with me

Yet

I see it in your eyes
The angle of your brow

Oh no

Not in love

Not until it’s too late

So who’s loss I ask
Who is still suffering her last loss

It will be yours to cut
I fear that

Always did

© 2006, Mosquitobyte