Your words foolery; a mockery of my heart. My trust destroyed. And my head now a fog, from the rose colored glasses that you placed on my face back then, glued to my sight of you. I know no truth and I beg, beg to know why. Why did you even bother my foolish misguided heart. You should and will be ashamed. You're better than that. A soulmate is rare and you, you are blind to red devilish pain that will engulf your heart. You are now a stranger, one whom I couldn't wish I never met. For you destroyed me with your apathy, indecision, lack of thought. I cry I hurt, I scream your name. And you, nothing but a silent ear; You're better than that. When you are broken and on the ground, crying hurting, screaming for the truth; I will meet you there.