When love turns sour
the memories become dark
until the bitterness is no longer felt.
When I realized it was time for me to move on, he came back to tell me how bad he felt about the way he treated me; he said he didn’t know how blind he was until he lost me but now he has found me.
I’ve been so agitated about this situation where he “the werewolf” roared away so full of pride with my heart and came back after so long with it in his hands drained of blood and turning black already, and I kept asking myself how to take my heart back from him and put it where it was before.
However, as soon as he left me in pain and despair back then, he also gave me the gift of hatred which I kept well packaged for him. But over time my heart got filled with newness, youthfulness, and love by another and I thrashed the ugly, sealed packaged.
That was when I gave him the beauty of his act written as a poem which held inscribed words of how he led me by his dark side to where I found peace and heart renewal.
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