Flame Trees

It feels like Friday even though it's just passed Tuesday.

I've fallen in love with the storms that come unexpectedly in late Autumn, though, they're not quite as violent as the ones that arrived in Winter.

You, remind me of Winter as you tiptoe around the outskirts of our truths, and the subtle white lies that grind upon my heart & psyche, whichever the case might be.

Our love burnt brightly but it was slow and soft like the sounds of leaves rustling, and pages turning on the periphery as our souls hummed a song to one another, like no other.

I still want what I can't have, and that’s your absolute trust & loyalty.

I believe in forever, and the underlying vows that tether lovers together in a binding that ages like fine wine but you’re a womaniser.

You’re never satisfied with one woman, and your cock rules your world, which is fine if I’m your world.

You would think our departure would've consisted of brimstone, instead of the thunder & lightning that pulses beneath our skin, but it wasn't like that as I sat in a dark room by the ambience of candlelight with sandalwood burning, mourning the loss of our gorgeous love.

Infusing the air with the peace that had been missing in my life, since digesting this, that and the other.

Hoping, that we hadn't put our love to rest, without needing to accommodate the many excuses for our unsavoury behaviors, and proclivity for causing trouble underneath a camouflage.

Sighs.

It's better for you to think that I betrayed you, in the first instance, as you couldn't carry the burden of such truths if you'd known that it was the other way around.

It's better that way.