More Than It Was

More than it was

A knife to cause hurt

More than it should have been

An indecent desire

Wrapped with folly to conceal unwanted emotions

All I see is escape from the daunting arms of the future

Words that were muttered under extreme emotions

Exchanged with hopeful fulfilment of dreams that never fired

Said in a hurry when the feelings settle for cups of tea

You could offer none because you were too broke to offer a piece of sanity

Regret it is

That is, of you

Who no longer pictures in me