Reeks of betrayal,
of another heart broken.
The sound of a soul shattering
on the last legs of its keeper's tolerance
Just how awful must she be.
to have hurt and not repented
the damage to one so pure.
It's worse the first time 'round.
Picking up the broken pieces
trying to mend them doesn't work.
A mismatched patch, lovingly soothed...
and she is nearly whole.
gently she broods over what's past
Know that this was cruelty not
but such love as one will only see.
Such love, it could never be.