Painted In Gold - 8. Love, or So I Thought

You could say it was fate
but it really was not.

We met One,
Two, Three times
we conversed.

You could say it was
Coincidence because
it really was

Love. It was a love
to last or so I thought.

The way you caressed
And embraced me
helped me
to feel your love
to know your love
or made me think
I knew your love.

But, as time passed,
you gave no sign
of leaving

Me and you
Were together
One, Two, Three,
Four years of love.
Then, you left me.

You could’ve
Mentioned, You
could’ve told me
you were leaving.

You said it was
to make it easy
But it wasn’t easy.

One, Two, Three,
Four, Five days
I cried.
Five days I asked
Myself why would
He leave me After
One Two Three
Four years of love.

Years of confusion
And hurt, followed
By annoyance
and anger fueled
My darkened persona

And I was
Never the same as
when you loved me.