Deception

Dedication: This poem is dedicated to Pia Knopp of Giessen Germany. She used me and at the same time I used her. But she taught me a lot in the short time that we had together.

Deception

I do not know what it is that possessed me to run to you.
I knew that you were using me, and I let you.
I knew deep down that you wanted the uniform that I wore
and not the heart that it held.
When I gained my sanity and left you
why did you follow me?
Why did you come to my door
Drenched from the fallen rain that you had searched through?
I felt strange warmth as I saw the tears in your eyes that night.
And I almost fell.
I guess we used each other.