We were, I thought, very much in love, but it’s over, we have split.

We have had to face the fact; it’s over, this is it.

We accept now that it’s over, but she puts the blame on me.

We realise it is over but no one said how sad I’d be.

 

Were I the captain of a ship, it’s over we have sunk. 

Were I to sail this ship alone, as it’s over I’d stay drunk.

Were I to wake up sober, as it’s over I’d not cope,

Were I made of stronger stuff, it’s over, noose the rope.

 

So she says it’s all my fault, but does it not take two to fight?

So if she could explain how it’s my fault I might admit she’s right.

So perhaps I loved her a bit too much, that is my fault I know,

So is it my fault that I’m hurting now? No, that can’t be so.

 

In my eyes it’s her fault, she’s done the worst thing that she could.

In my friends’ eyes it’s my fault, for they told me that she would.

In love and war, I find fault with those who say that all is fair,

In making out it’s my fault it would appear I didn’t care.

 

Love dealt me a dreadful hand; I couldn’t win with the cards I hold.

Love’s given her much better cards so now I think I’ll fold.

Love stacked the cards against me; she’s been winning from the start.

Love’s cards have made a fool of me, and it’s tearing me apart.

 

But as this game draws to a close, the cards have been divided.

But now she’s played a trump card. She’s won, that’s been decided.

But who is it that picks the cards and will I always lose?

But I suppose so much depends on the next card that I choose.

 

It’s Venus and Apollo who have helped her win this game

It’s them, who wouldn’t  let me win, so those two share the blame.

It’s the weapons of these gods of love which helped me win her at the start,

It’s now time for me to win again and they must play their part.

 

All I need to win this time, is find someone I can trust.

All they need do is share that trust, and then I’ll win. I must.

All that time I spent with her it seems I did not win her heart.

All I have is the will to win. All I need is a brand new start.

 

Over my head was a big black cloud, I’m happy that has passed.

Over recent weeks I’ve not been happy, but dwelling on the past.

Over the past I’ll draw a veil I won’t be happy until I do

Over time I’ll try to be happy but I must start my life anew.

 

Now we were happy, I thought, but she can’t have felt the same.

Now although she made me happy, to her it was just a game.

Now in order to be happy again, I must put the past behind me,

Now friends say I will be happy again. Will I? We shall see.