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Hell hath no fury... and all that good stuff.

Submitted:Jun 4, 2008    Reads: 89    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

How I built you up

to such heroic proportions

I cannot begin to comprehend

When a man

simply a man

if at all one

grew in my mind

to something almost mythical

An honourable and romantic creature.

I was as much blinded

by illusion of what wasn't

as I was intent on feeding my imagination

with my own lies

Right now

with no preamble

Smack-dab in daytime's harsh light

I realize

With not a small amount of glee

your charms

my make-believe

hold me in no thrall

not anymore not ever again

So here you stand

once more

Mere mortal

not even that

Quite reduced is my regard for you

Now that I'm finally seeing clearly

You are



This is where I snatch you up

and chew

dwelling on the bitter

unsatisfying taste

of your truth

before I


you right back out.


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