Heartbreaker…

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What if he said that he loved you…
After all’s been said and done…

What if he uttered those three words…
And confessed you were the one…

Admitted it’s never been over…
That he’s still utterly obsessed…

Craving to be with you each moment…
But his feelings have to be repressed…

As no one can know the truth…
So he buries them deep down inside…

And the moment he pushed you away…
The truth is, he simply just lied…

Because you’re the one in his dreams…
It’s your face when he closes his eyes…

He fell on the day that he met you…
Each day since he’s had to disguise…

The connection that exists between you…
Unspoken memories you’ve amassed…

Wrapped up in small talk conversation…
Never talking about what has past…

Those sweet stolen moments of sin…
The lies that became secret memoirs…

That somehow still burn so brightly…
In-between the battle lines and scars…

Thoughts he pretends to have forgotten…
In a form of twisted self-preservation…

Carrying on with his day to day life…
Without thought or any hesitation…

Yet wondering what might have been…
If the midnight stars had aligned…

If the planets had somehow collided…
Allowing hearts to become entwined…

Instead the potent spell was broken…
Leaving moments of bitter regret…

Within a lingering mist of maybes…
But a commitment to never forget…

And what if he said he remembered…
Every second of the whole affair…

Would the gravity of that confession…
Reveal the truth or just simply a dare…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “I’m Going To Stop Pretending” by The EELS

“But if you’re looking for fastlove”…

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There’s a place on the island…
Where he sometimes goes…

And he drinks to forget…
Everything that he knows…

A place called “The End”…
Where the vodka runs free…

And once he submerges…
He’s freed from reality…

Allowing him to indulge…
In every aspect of Lust…

And inviting his morals…
To crumble like dust…

Where he takes his pick…
Of the girls so very pretty…

From here and from there…
Escaping shadows of the city…

Who provide entertainment…
All different shades of sin…

The things that he dreams of…
And make his head spin…

Black stockings with heels…
White blouses, short skirts…

Chains upon leather…
With whips that will hurt…

A place where his fantasies…
Are there on demand…

Where beautiful women…
Act upon his command…

Whatever his fetish…
No matter the turn on…

Slaves to their master…
From night until dawn…

When real life awakens…
And he has to go home…

Back to his loving family…
And their monotonous tone…

But always dreaming about…
The next time he’ll escape…

And return to “The End”…
Where the forbidden awaits…

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