Deceived ...Words in the Dust

Lied to, talked about
Abandoned…

It happens;
You endure or die.

I’m a survivor.
I get past it

Getting over it...
A different matter.

Sometimes at night
Your words return
To haunt me…

Occasionally in dreams,
Mostly in scenes
Enacted on my ceiling.

Abuse not so much
A memory
But a bruise.

Ill treatment
One thing—
Lies another.

Lie to me, and
There's nothing in you
I can honour.

Say you’re sorry
I'll forgive you,
But trust takes time.

Want to make it up?
Enter my suffering.

But it's a fact
Memories are troubling.

So pathetic—
To see myself
As Hamlet

Wishing I could thaw
And resolve
Into a dew...

But truth is,
Not even the wind can
Bring a tear to my eye
The way you do.