Three Times by Ian Lewis Copestick

I've only been in love

three times in my

life.

There were plenty of

other times when I

thought I was in love,

but looking back, I

think that there was

only those three times.

Two of those women

are unfortunately dead,

and the third might as well

as be dead to me.

She doesn't care, but she

doesn't mean as much to

me as she once did, or else

I would have gone insane.

Well, more insane than I

already am.

No one is to blame, people

change, feelings change.

It's the saddest thing that

can happen, yet it happens

to everyone.

Hatred is the only thing that

lasts. 

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 48 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.