She
went away, to vent her frustration another way:
She
cried and lied to protect herself with cautious stealth,
But
deep within, she knew she'd committed a grave sin,
And
she was to blame for playing the game of insane;
And
what warrants scrupulous attention, is the mention
Of
being apart from your faculties, you still have abilities,
But
I hear the strife of your sound, and am now bound
To
not raise a frown, as you are down, but turn it around
So
I am lost and can’t be found, as you sadly hound me.
But
listen to me, and accept where I want to be – full of glee.
I'm
quite happy on my own, but I like your company in my home,
But
look at things from my perspective, and not to be neglectful
Of
my feelings, as I care – I stare in disbelief at times with the crimes
Of
domestic injustice concerning your health, a travesty for you and me.
© Andrew Stevenson 14/01/2018
An edited piece expressing my Ex, Sophie.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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