Thrice

Thrice you said you love me,
Thrice I wanted to believe,
thrice I wished I hadn't known
We might not be meant to be.

You've never heard my voice,
Nor ever seen my face.
For all you know I'm a BEM*
Do minds truly suffice?

I hurt you more than I know,
More than I can bear,
Sorry never seems enough
And your patience's hardly fair.

I won't say I love you,
Or sweet-talk lover style,
I still flirt and note the sexy guys
Shouldn't that bother you somehow?

You don't really know me,
Only what is deep within.
This shell of cloaks and masks' too heavy
To cast off readily.

Deep in the night I wonder if
You're not better off without me;
Deep in the night I think of you,
And realise me, the romantic.

			~<songshadow@hotmail.com>

*BEM = Bug-Eyed Monster 
(Piers Anthony / The Apprentice Adept Series)