Existent

Blind faithfulness

Perhaps I care

too much, a little

over the top 

but forgive me please

that the 

thought of the fingerprints

that quite apparently

you can never wash off

are the things I tend to see

when the lights are off

when I 

cannot see your eyes

the one single things

that tell me you're mine

in the dark, our minds 

get lost

and yours;

yours was fumbling for way to long-

and maybe I allowed to leave you there;

dancing in your own despair

but I was faithful

a faithful liar

you were neither, 

though I was wrong

you could hardly know

the loyalty that was wafted deep inside

I belonged to you, 

but you weren't mine

waited a day too long

while you couldn't wait at all.