I'm trespassing

Or I feel as though I may be.
This is not my place to be, because of all things said and done, things unsaid and things coming undone.
At moments, for his words, my hearts swells with an admiration and love but even though he has waltzed back into my life, saying what he will with silver tongued lies, a silver tongue that should be anywhere but in solely in his mouth, I can't relent. I would love to, but where does that leave me?
Not in India, that's for sure.