That my heart burst to pieces despite immense protection
This is the first time that being guarded and unusually forward
That would reveal he held no true intentions untoward
This fact is the one that ravaged my thinking
That I couldn't chalk up to loneliness, jet lags, or drinking
This is another gentle soul whose been shattered
That gave all that he had for how little that mattered
This is what the world does to those who heal and who dream
That the only fitting reward is to have silenced their scream
This wretched fucking curse— "righteous cross to bear"
That cannot ever be justified by his vacant, haunted stare