I should have walked away when you made your first offence.
Told myself anything to build up your defense.
My intuition had to be wrong because you weren’t a stranger.
You had me unsettled with that warning for danger.
You said you’d do better and claimed you were trying.
But there wasn’t an ounce of truth in your lying.
A rose colored tint took over in my head.
You turned grey in my eyes so I painted you red.
With the voice of an angel every promise mirrored perfection.
But with your gestures out of sync all I felt was your rejection.
Where I gave you a pass is exactly where I failed.
I had depleted my self-worth as my love for you prevailed.
It was evident that you lit a spark inside of me.
The love in my actions were selfless sights to see.
I could inhale you all day from your body to your mind.
Excused the fire of your words when your anger made you unkind.
There’s an emptiness inside me where you filled that role.
An ache that weighs heavy on my passionate soul.
I lost everything I cherished and I realized my mistake:
Giving you a pedestal and my fragile heart to break.