I promised to hurt you in the most beautiful way.

To love your broken soul.
To mend what was shattered.
To kiss your tear-stained face.  
To hold you at your weakest.  

Only to hurt you again.
Only to slam the door.  
Only to kiss you goodbye.

Just to strike you in your fragile state.
And watch you fall at your knees.
Asking, why did you have to hurt me?

I told you not to love me.
My touch is toxic.
I break what I love.

And I love you to pieces.
But now I've left you in pieces.
For that, I'm sorry.