How well you told my lie, and stole it as your own,
That here I am shattered as glass;
Let me die, that I may be atoned,
And finally see my soul surpass.
Leave me now; you'll always wonder,
What would have happened, had you remained;
Happiness be damned, or hatred blossom,
Imbosom your image, bruised and stained.
Fading as a dream, distant as a whisper;
You are but a gleam, a far away shimmer,
A memory made in vain, all I see is pain.
Here is my goodbye, and my thoughts on the matter;
Implore your heart, see me athwart,
From memory and embrace, what shall I feign;
Nothing more will I love, and so easily deign.
I've done my par