if i loved you dearly, then,
would you think to stray?
if i needed you again
could i make you stay?

and if i wanted you to see
my person, who i am,
would it pain you so to be
asked to give a ****?

if i loved, if i smiled
but still i wouldn't do,
if i'm not enough, my child,
what am i to you?

I cannot write you vengeful poetry;
No matter how I try, the point is moot.
If God would grant a loaded gun to me,
I doubt if I could ever point and shoot.


My heart has gone away, but it is fine
You need not hurt for me and need not mend
I’ve better things to do than sit and whine
And dare not bother you at this, the end


Now I may talk and sing of hearts denied,
And I may tilt my head and forward glare
Lord knows how I’d be laughing if you cried!
But would I be the cause? I wouldn’t dare!


No, I cannot write you vengeful verse;
This kindness is far greater than my curse.

i think you only loved me
when i was frail and broken.
am i no longer lovely
if all my hurt was spoken?

and if i bear no danger,
and give you no more hell
am i, to you, a stranger,
now that i'm fin'ly well?

i think you only loved me
because you thought me small.
i think you used to love me,
but now you never call.

You were kind and gave me kisses
And held my hand, and called me sweet,
But now your voice simply dismisses
My heart, now dirtied with defeat.

my hands are pale that clutch your sleeve;
my heart a bird, and nature pecks it.
i beg that you will never leave--
you take a bow and make your exit.

You were blessed with epigrams and sweetly dying sighs;
I was given silence and a thousand little lies.

I am young and moving on- "if looking liking move"-
And, if I find another one, he'll likely be like you.

If I chance to leave this bed,
I shall have my way.
You laugh at me and kiss my head;
Thus I dare to stay.