A Sonnet of Love

A Sonnet If I knew you loved me, I would have killed you before, a sentence that makes no sense keep swirling around my head. William Burroughs could have said that or perhaps he has. I meet I woman once, not the first, and fell in love with her, she was or could be my soulmate with her I felt at ease not straining to be funny. I was drawn into a black hole of love that could only end in hurts weighed down by my past. So I ended it short, brutal but with sleepless nights. I met another woman nothing about soulmates; she just needed a place to stay near her place of work. That was a long time ago, and now we are two lost souls comforting each other in the midnight hours.