I could hardly wait for summer;
Spring left you in its wake:
The lies, deceit, and fighting nights
I could no longer take.
Our bedroom was a war zone, then;
My words were claws of steel;
You hissed and cursed me for your love:
False love I would not feel.
I lounged and laughed and wondered
What ever I had seen
In you, in us, to make me live
In a world of spoiled dreams.
And so, though blind with pois’nous rage,
I pried you from my mind
And made my way ahead, alone,
And left you far behind.
Afflicted Dreamer 