You'd think my tears would dry up -
once that they are shed;
but like a fountain they continue,
after all is done and said.
You'd think that I'd get over-
all the things that came about;
the shouting and the silence,
the instances of doubt.
You'd think I'd just forget-
the hauntings of the past;
forget the bitterness,
sure it wouldn't last.
But love is kind and gentle-
not arrogant and cruel;
and did you really think
that you could play me for a fool?
You'd think that now that
time has flown-
that I'd come back to you;
but what you didn't realize,
was the hell you put me through.