Choice

This is you
Creature of extremes
And latitudes
Confusion in flesh
Chimera of your making
I’ve had my fill of you
You do not know

You do not know
Your fractured moving soul
No constancy
A slap, a hug and then
Something else for me
I’ve had enough of you
You do not care

You do not care
Even when you turn to hate
Your lassitude
Depletes the passion’s flair
I wait upon your whip
It isn’t even there
You can’t know me true
For this is you

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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