You held me in your arms
The first night we met.
You held me in your arms
The last night I wept.
If love is war,
You retreated unscathed,
Caring less and less about my name.
A casualty, bleeding from the core,
Pondering what it was all for.

Driving from a past life,
Cityscape increasingly smeared.
You gripped the bloody knife,
Affirming my greatest fear.
What began in secret,
White-hot with passion,
Ended with affection less frequent-
A phoenix, incapable of rising from these ashes.

With a mind so wise,
How was I supposed to know
Grooves and Folds contained such lies.
Left in a tattered raft to row.
Pleading for a lifeline
to salvage what was broke.
Yet, everything would be fine
If, from this nightmare I awoke.
Free from harm,
To find myself in your arms.