| You look upon the face whose love for months Became your guiding light, your flower fair, Yet only see the face who hurt you once: A twisted and too horrid form to bear. | I thought our love was strong enough to show My insecurities, and every flaw I hide from those who, if they ever know, Would never wish to speak to me at all. |
| To think, that you once glorified her name— Believed that she could be your only one! Yet every consonant now chokes to say; Her syllables leave acid on your tongue. | I thought you said I brightened every day! I trusted we could take a single cloud— Or thunderbolt, it’s more correct to say— And not destroy the friendship we had vowed. |
| You know she yearns to take back every word, And purge the curse that bred these toxic thoughts. You know this, but it doesn’t soothe the hurt That memory at every turn has brought. | My truest love, my dream I’ve let slip past: It hurts that to this fate we must succumb. Perhaps our fragile love could never last: If not this row, then surely one to come. |
| And should you hear her plea for a fresh start, The mind would change more quickly than the heart. | We’re sensitive, too pure to handle wrong …perhaps too pure to ever love for long. |