Cares only about own thoughts
Listens to none but the voice in own head
Wants truth but prefers not to handle it
Considers everything that benefits own self

Views are indestructible
Crushes each conversation to dodge loss
Expects honesty for the value of control
Desires good changes - would one know what good is?

Says goodbye to the most adored virtue
Every now and then, respect is often lost
The other half's sadness is irrelevant
Own anger is king

Perspectives  shape-shift
Silence is the friend
Absence is the lover
Ignorance is sanctuary

Old memories show perfection
Looking back, it's quite splendid
Reminiscing is heavens
Wave to such beauty with tears - as it is nothing but **different now