you broke my heart when i left you. my choice,
my irony, what can I say? I sob
and you return my things. The bitter job
is nothing, for she makes your heart rejoice.
we're better off this way, I know, and this
knowledge just makes me choke on deep
dark dregs of dreams. My heart no longer leaps
at sight of you, my lips no longer kiss.
If I could turn back time - but would I? Know
that this is done, my heart cautions. I do.
My actions are but that; I cannot rue
what my mind undid - my mind, my heart's foe.
It's too late now to change my mind and heart,
so one must close, the other hope impart.
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