Broken, what we had for so long
Gone, because of one night's anger;
Alas, what has become of the world,
When I can see you, but I cannot speak?
If I choose you, I break my heart in a way
So painful it is beyond words;
And yet I miss thee;
How we would talk, oh!
The conversations we held were sweet and truthful,
And whenever you opened thy mouth, nothing
Flowed through thy lips but sweets;
Things to make me happy.
And what have I done? I have taken that
Which made me feel wanted
And pierced your heart.
I have known you loved me,
And having not been loved back,
Or in not quite the same way;
You never gave up.
I miss how when thine eyes were lain on me,
That thee wouldst smile.
I have given this up,
And I crave, long for our lost friendship.
All caused by what,
A hateful stare from my lover?
A wrong word come out of thy precious lips?
Indeed. I am shallow.
I am transparent like the waters of a perfect bay,
Only so less perfect, that;
I cannot begin to explain why.
I love thee, but not as I love him.
I cannot say anything but for I am glad it is all done.
