This rain falls like the dispair that wells in your eyes.
He landed you with the worst kind of surprise.
He sleeps where he lays his head, not where he makes the bed.
Banking only deceit in this relationship vault.
Its currency worth nothing now, evaporating into salt.
The abrasiveness of the break up wearing down your soul.
Should have listened to all those friends, you used to know.
Lost years, stung, mummified on his web.
Lies you were given, as his ego was fed.
Distance the only cure from the black hole of affection.
The world of darkness surrounds you, as you search for a new direction.
© Deon Heemskerk 13-7-2012