I spend my days in Solitude. In Silence
As I try to convince myself,
That it was the enemy that killed her.
But the longer I stare, the more it seems clear.
That secrecy was our biggest Betrayer
And now, this very second.
I reflect my own words
The very ones I had written that now seem so absurd.
Oh yes, how I loved her. But not as a whole.
My mind was a divided one, but never was it dull
One moment, I plead for only her eyes.
And pure separation the other.
I and my lover are tormented
By my contradictory nature.

I apologize for my absolute Ignorance.
For it was not visible beneath digression.
No more do I wish to retain my secrets, my lies.
But I fear it is far too late.
I contain not a single whisper of an understanding other.
Who else would embrace attraction over fear?
It breeds a heavy heart to admit, my search.
My obsession continues still, this very day.
So long I’ve gone without a heart.
But I must not sympathize for my own faults.

My love, if you still seek honesty,
Please stare deep into these eyes.
The story is there, the truth is there