How could I ever look upon you with fear,
Even as you called me your Dear.
Your sweet smile always gave me shivers,
Even as my tears ran like rivers.
Rivers that feed and nurture no roots,
Only making mud for which I have no excuse.
All of this because it was I whom you adored,
Because when I wasn't sure, you just chose to ignore.
Was it love or just simple hate,
That drove you and I to this state?
Could it have gone farther and been something more,
Or would I have just been your 'ungrateful whore?'
And once those words were past your lips,
I knew that our relationship had met its eclipse.
But what's been done is done,
Even though I used to be your sun.