I am not what I think I am and I am surely not what you think I am, but I will be the effigy of our collective interactions with each other.

Callous I choose not
Awkward it may be
Cynical onslaught, I stand againts
Setting things right is in my sights
Make amends with my limbs if I must
Righting wrongs is thy virtue

Guide her. However, expect that she will consider your advice apathetically—it's an inescapable affair. She will think that she has it all figured out and you're not one to lecture her on this matter. And then, only then when her heart is cut into ribbons will she realize that your voice was sound, only then, will she come to you for insight. That is, if she's even brave enough to talk to you about it. Be vigilant, instill sound teaching, unbendable values, and pray that our Holiness will escort her to the right man.

Time is never kind
If anything, it is cruel
But it is to betray oneself to think
It is never fair
Absolute fashioned it that way
Only benevolent to broken bodies
Have the *****, for it will bend not. Now go!
Trot along time's quandaries
lest it wastes you; stars thither

Why do you try so hard to justify the unjustifiable;
Affirming lies to yourself?
Who's really being liberated now?
Your intentions laid out in broad daylight, it's no use.
Like planting flowers in an open wound, it's not helping.
Speak your mind, but know truth favors not who erred.
Save yourself the silent humiliation.
Move along, just don't look back.

Shallow breaths, leaking sweat glands
Time downshifts, speaking becomes a chore,
Larynx quivering violently
Swaying side by side, dancing aimlessly

You zealously prepared for this,
But dreadful emptiness fills you
Pride spilling, eager to drive your head into necropolis

Anxious to belong with putrefying corpses
Wishing the heavens will take you back,
But Hell chars you out of your misery

It's like begging spilt milk
To flow back into its broken glass
You stand here now, so jump the gun
Dive into the abyss, defuse the ticking bomb
The chicken will be dressed anyway
Might as well rise to the occasion

Lift the curse of silence
Say it, say what you're unable to say
Fumble speaking, but speak anyway
Say it even if it doesn't make sense
Sing, and descend with the sunset

I now understood why you chose to stay with him after all this time. I don't care anymore what incited you to do so, whether or not I'm good enough for you, if I'm just a play thing to keep you feeling wanted while you're putting yourself together, or if you're too wallowed in
your pride to agree with the people closest to you that you're putting up with an ***. It's because you made the decision to love him, for all his taint and shortcomings.
I now understood.

Ah! the ways of the hopeless romantic
It's hard as a hopeless romantic to fall for another hopeless romantic
Chasing desperately; diligently, after happy endings of the stories we fashioned.