You left me little passion,
you robbed passion of his power:
You left me much of patience
and the wistfulness thereof;
Beliefs that
shielded me for years,
you toppled in an hour.
You called this love.

You tore away the plaster
from the dreams that i had mended;
You awed my eyes with loveliness
and blinded them with truth.
You left me like a fury --
when the fury ended,
So had my youth.

You shamed my primitive delights
that never asked or reasoned.
You stripped away
the glamour
from my private little lies.
You left me desolately sane,
my mind fire seasoned.
But Why?
i never told you
i wanted to be wise.