Err to eventide,
My love! You’ve arraigned me
To be a fear personified soul that bears
Cowardice and duplicity girded
With weary crapes upon shoulder girth;
Back from a ghastly lodge of a
Mysterious forest in which my
Expletive self was enraptured,
You’ve arraigned me to be an
Argumentative culprit with burdensome
Reasons for our now cloven selves;
You’ve arraigned me to be an
Igloo Eskimo in the lodge of
Our dynamo burning love,
Quite frankly I’ve known
Myself to be gleeful, I’ve known
Myself as a covet of righteousness;
I’ve known myself enshrouded
In attesting rousing atheism;
I’ve known myself to be extolling enchants,
If this is truly me, how didn’t it arbitrate to you?
I recall well with all
Our past summoned up,
You’d later disappear most
Times we agreed to meet,
Reasoning with obvious
Fabrications that a fool could see,
You wouldn’t respond a replica most
Times I told you that I loved you,
You’d turn flirtatious as if you
Tried convincing me that I
Already knew how you felt,
You tried displaying it
Unquestionable that you were
Already imprisoned in our love gaol;
You often exalted me as sane,
How unwise I should have been
Not to extract the shirked truth
From trivial lies exposed,
There are too many things
You hid from my view,
You were tope to dipsomania
But dubiously rued that with me;
Some days I could smell alcohol
Breezing from your breath when
We kissed;
Your beauty has always resisted that,
Looking in your face I couldn’t tell until
I ran into you drunk with your friends,
I called you and we spoke for a
Second and I decided to let you go without
Even asking what was going on,
Some days I could feel another man
When we made love 
I’d choose to be a gull of
Love about it;
I’ve always been numb to
All the bad things you’ve done to me,
Yet I never allowed that to pull me down
Into sepulchral arena of the dead,
Instead I loved you even more complexly;
Until one morning,
After we went to sleep
With our love conflicted,
Caused by multiple reasons
Thrust with misunderstandings,
You woke up telling yourself
To do away with us,
You called me throughout the day,
Swearing at me and calling me by names
Until the day changed into eventide,
You told me how slow I was for
A man to fall in love with,
Resuming and recurring all the
Disgraces I’ve once done with you,
You’d hang up your phone
And call again after a while,
You said I was useless,
You said was nothing,
You said I wouldn’t ever see the light,
You swore what you revealed to me
Would always reveal itself to
Whoever I may fall in love with,
You split my heart apart like stamped pulp,
You hurt me so much and that day I had
To err to eventide, believing that
I wouldn’t ever be someone in life;
You were a mysterious liar!
My Lord is looking after me!
