I used to wonder what it felt like;
To love someone so completely, so honestly,
so fully that they left stains on my soul
and crumpled creases in my brain.

Instead I receive tear stains on my face
crumpled creases in my hands.
Lies torn off the paper.

You wanted to explain why you did the things you do,
say the stuff you say and act the way you act.
But -

I need not know.
Sometimes puzzled look better scrambled,
mirrors better cracked
and a heart better cold.