I. He smoked cigars
And used me to light them
II. He had already sent
His love across the border,
I couldn’t make it in time
III. He was a lonely ruin,
Decrepit and rotting away
I lost myself within his walls,
Then he locked me out in the cold
One taught me that there is no love without pain,
Another that love is selfless to the point of self- loss,
The last that you should never trust a cracked mirror.
I am happy despite him. Despite all three of them.