my love stopped loving me

I don’t know how or when

in our weakness he grew bitter

I could not see it then.

He left me with no heart

and I could not understand

the cold and empty world

without my love’s hand in my hand.

I grew bitter from the wound

I still tried to make him see

I tried to work and sort things out

but it was too late for me.

Our story finally ended,

we both left beaten, bruised;

my heart grew calloused and angry

from disappointment, feeling accused

of things I had not meant, things I didn’t want to be

my love  had seen my sin, and I?

I was too blind to see.