I was You were
enamored by you. I let enamored by me. You
you see the darkest parts of me. allowed me to wipe your tears
I gave the entirety I had to give to you You gave me all that you could give
Because I thought I knew and loved you. Because you thought I was worth loving.
Oh my dear, the betrayal, the shame, and pain proved the illusion of love is viscous
And poisonous, and I- always knew I was unworthy of the luxury of love, true love.
The wounds of a scared soul of a scared heart remained just as they had before it,
Licked this time with salt and scourged by the fiery passions of love and misery.
And yet, while still unworthy of forgiveness, unworthy of compassion and a
Love it was shown, there still remains love, there still remains forgiveness.
Why the heart is such a frail thing, incapable of doing what is proper,
Is far more than rudimentary perplexities; it becomes downright
Unhealthy. But yet, still, the heart fights what the mind knows
All because of love. Now that twisted and tainted love
Seeps into the present, and just as viscous as
Before, darkens the light of the new.
A better half to the same story.
Stay because with me
Even if the pain