This is a poem I wrote a while ago, some time after I broke up with my first male mate. What happened between us was long and a bit personal, but we made up and have settled any disputes. I felt the need to upload this though, but I don't feel the same way as I did when I wrote this.

In case you don't feel like downloading:

There was once a time I loved him
We did everything together
We played games and had fun
Even fooled around
But we did it with love
Or was it lust?
We were always there for each other
We never spilt apart
Until the dark day finally came
Where our love was finally stopped
Or was it lust?
We started to argue more
Not seeing the gap grow wider
I started ignoring him more
His love was only ignited
Or was it lust?
Then the time finally came
Were we were shattered as one
I tried to apologize
But his love was no longer
Or was it lust?
Now I’m left in pieces
As he runs around aflame
Cursing everything about me
Even the fact I may have loved him
Or was it lust?
I tried my best to forget
But the aching pain never died
I always had him and his image trapped
Of how my love for him stayed
Or was it lust?
And here I am to this day
Left writing off these words
To the question yet it still remains
Was it truly love that failed us
Or was it lust?