Dark Lens

I cast my vision with a dark lens 
uncapped and honed 
and set upon 
lovers I was seeing. 
I held the tears in brimming ducts 
restrained and damned, 
by echelons 
of almost equal being. 
I broke my heart upon gravestone, 
cracked and split 
and gaping wide 
as conflict poured unceasing. 
It bled all over happiness 
in clouds of red 
and crimson tide 
with agonised releasing. 
I forged my choice within a black spell, 
a medium conjured, 
forced to bear 
in wretched apprehension. 
And though you may not understand 
my love for you was real, 
I swear, 
beyond all comprehension...

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