Quitting the Game

My life began to blossom when we met.
A floodgate opened, I began to think.
I wrote and drownèd foolscap in my ink;
the feeling lives but you I must forget.

There were no promises exchanged outright,
but electricity between us flowed
in dark allusions – shadowed, cloaked in code –
that would have melted if exposed to light.

A merry dance you led; I acquiesced.
I trusted in an honor never there
and took as gospel what you chose to share,
and never questioned that which you confessed.

But how much you omitted and concealed
until I frightened truth from masquerade!
How shamefully you then the coward played
and roundabout your secret life revealed.

And so I give you up, my incubus.
Whatever vanity that I once held
that I could have you now is dead, dispelled
in ashes of regret and and foolish lust.

© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

Quitting the Game

RC deWinter

Fairfield, United States

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Farewell to illusion.

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