Thanking undone

Before he came to be,
there was no you and me,
so I guess I should thank him dearly,
for being in-between.

But I can't do such things,
for fish do not have wings,
and I cannot tell you how or why,
I hate to see you fly.

It was a simple thing,
to loath and hate but grin.
A hate that seemed to spill,
in and out of will.

Some things are meant to chance,
some are meant to stay,
and in some different range,
feelings began to sway.

To sing and say a song,
to other than myself,
for you to go along,
in being just yourself.

A life I lead to day,
a window shoppers love,
to lock and keep at bay,
the crying of a dove.

If he never came to be,
no me or you to see,
And now I can relate,
to everything I hate.

To hate and love in one,
whish feelings to be gone.
To love and hate at times,
and cover up with lies.

An escalator love,
but one way to set on,
I push and bite and shove,
for you to go alone.

To glair and watch and stair,
a silly heart at play,
it seams now only fair,
for things to be and stay.

I no longer fool my mind,
for love is less than land,
a knifed heart from behind,
a dagger in your hand.

My heart is not a fool,
do not think it so,
to drown it in a sea or pool,
I loved you long ago.

I do not thank,
or give regards,
lovers are like playing cards,
to loose in lust or cut in shards.

So no good byes,
no Au revoir,
I've had my shear of lies.
A thing that was,
a thing to be, is smart,
in the nightmares of my heart.

I do not thank,
or give regards,
love is like a playing card,
to be lost or cut in shards.

A.N: I felt like posting something and this has been swimming in my head for quite a while. Strangely it came to me during my Danish class; stuff like that always happens. But then again I have been having a momentous writers block that slowly eating a way my mind. As I happened to like my mind, strange as it is, I'm trying to get rid of it (the writer's block that is, not my mind) by doing something ells. About the france, I think that's how you spell "Au revoir" but it seems that my dictionary has gone astray (found my thesaurus on the other hand) so I'm not sure. Please tell me if it's wrong.

A little sad isn't it though. I was playing with the line rhyming and it's switching between the a,a,b,b form and a,b,a,b form a lot but I think it's good. I tried to see if I could get a rhythm in it but I think that sort off failed. I hope you got the story in this, it's quite simple really.

Tell me what you think, if you feel like it. I would love to hear you're opinion.