Fearing what was,
And fearing what will be soon enough,
I cry.
Seeing what I had not prevented,
Seeing what I could not have prevented.
Cutting my heart into three's
It hurts to see what you have done,
It hurts to see whom I have become.
I feel as though I loved you,
And in that I've forsaken you.
I know it was not you in soul who did it,
But it was you who knew it was being done,
And aloud it to happen,
Accepted it,
And enjoyed it.
I feel as those this tear on my cheek,
which leaves behind such a scar in its path,
This tear has fallen in vane.
My love was yours,
And yours mine.
But now I wonder,
Did you like it?
Did you want it?
Do you not want me?
Am I being to paranoid?
For hurting inside,
Is my heart to fragile?
Is it to caring?
Is it still yours?
For I can forgive you,
And live with the fact that you have forsaken me,
But can you forgive yourself?
Can you live with this.
Perhaps I am being to cold,
Perhaps I am acting as though this is so old.
But I still love you.
But do you love me too?
For my darling I wrote this for you.