Ambushed

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A love afar I couldn't touch.       
     
That told me everything      
I wanted to know      
but never asked because      
he always told me before I could.      
     
Then went beyond.      
Revealing much more      
from the roadkill of his past.      
Leaving nothing to the imagination.      
     
What every part of his maleness      
loved to do;      
the pillaging       
of every part of a woman.      
     
Ambushing me in the moment.      
Annihilating the intent.      
Leaving me supine on a desolate road      
silently begging for an ambulance.      
     
While all his words tasted      
like blood in my mouth,      
bringing out the nurse in me    
and then the animal.      
     
Each time, I wanted to be included      
but I wasn't qualified      
because I never knew his pain.      
The abuse and the sick of his life.      
     
But I knew love, and I imagined      
if I could be that kind of sick,      
to share in its dysfunction;      
the days of wine and roses.      
     
A love gone twisted and putrid,  
           one-sided and envied.              
             
           
             
(photo: public domain)