I'd forgive such indifference;
when it's medicine--your cure,
for regrets from caring
despite love's not assured
I'd expect such escape;
your bubble disappearance,
when came wisdom, knocking doors
to inhabit in your patience;
instilled with blindness;
perhaps, one mirror
would awaken you early
from my word-defined scissors;
one rusted, old string
you glued with your tears,
though honesty I showed
kept breaking its wings;
so convinced, I've forgotten
you're insensitive to obvious,
illiterate to the actions
my silence had in purpose;
though blaming, I'm not;
your loving manner tense
but forgiving myself can't
payback your intents;
my smiles were drawn,
my scripted response
are betrayal to the truth
you invested not once;
for forever you swore
but forever's not ours;
since forever in my heart
just died like your flowers.
