2009

It started innocently enough,
you told me I was made of sterner stuff.

I was in bad place and you seemed to shine light,
I reached out for it and held on tight.

But you promised me diamonds, gave me nothing but sand,
and I forgave you with the touch of your hand.

Every promise broken, a relationship of empty words,
a new ache my battered heart could ill afford.

Walking away is the lesson I never learn,
the more it fails, the more I yearn.

I tried to give you what you need,
but you burned me up like gasoline.

For me no more frogs, princes, or false love,
all that remains is strength from within and above.