Strength is a fragile, fragile thing.

One minute.
I'm a warrior.
Sword drawn,
***** face in tow.

The next
I am putty
in your palms.
Transformed to tears.

I stopped writing pretty words for you.
Now I cry instead.

You don't have to understand,
for I know I can't explain...
Yet all the sweet things you say
now fill my heart with pain...

I wish I could regret it,
but loving you was sweet.
The only part that I would change,
is when you fell for me...