I remember the wrinkles of your face,
And the sweetness that came with sayin’ your name.
You always sauntered with such formal grace,
Almost believed in love’s eternal flame.
Was blinded by all your good intentions,
Never would I believe it could be true.
Livid with me for minor ‘infractions’,
I left you broken; bleeding, black, and blue.
Was I wrong? You hid your demons so well,
Darkness clouded your days and your vile view.
Tears stained my pillow ev’ry night you would yell,
Left me with tainted memories of you.
The distance between made it much clearer,
He’s out there, not the man in your mirror.