Have the laughs I've given you
finally reached their date of expiration?
Have the nights we spent in each other's arms
seeped to the part of your mind labeled as forgotten?
Have the times I spent by your side
begun to ring a tone so disturbing you've tuned them out as a static?
Has the strength I've given you to fight
those that belittled your existence,
finally become a wisdom that's taught how to stand on your own?
Has that strength you now hold by my grace
become a burden that makes you hate me
out of a missguided fear of being indebted to me?
Has the fear in you corrupted your sight,
nurturing your love for me into this hatred I see in your eyes?
Has it been long enough for my love to become your grief ?