When she kissed me, I knew,
It's as though something inside grew.
She kissed like it was the first,
And last kiss, some curse.
A curse because it has left me in torment,
What was once peaceful and content,
Is now eerie and disaffected,
My affections are once again rejected.
Old wounds reappear,
Shaping, changing the atmosphere,
That circulates inside my head,
There is so much I wish to have said.
Probably better left to lye,
As where love is...