You were a sordid torment to my soul, with your differences, well expressed; your love, it couldn't make me whole, I was a fool in love, and I never guessed. Your abrasions took me by surprise, your rudeness was an added slap; I felt stupid, who once felt wise, but our division was too great a gap. I was thoroughly wounded to the core, bent and bruised by angry hurtful things; I then surmised I wanted you no more, those weren't memories love brings. I tried my best to make you understand, to rectify the wrongs you accused me of; but in the end, you never took my hand, so it disappeared, what once was love. I'll not lay down and play the fool, it's too late to mend and turn around; I left you and I finally let you rule, I only hope it's happiness you found.