Then tragedy
And self-denial
For a while

I hope you realise that these tender, tear-stained eyes still gaze upon you with all the
love of bygone days: I beat my chest and groan each time your name is mentioned
for what I did was foolish and absurd, I threw away the keys to the gates of paradise.

And melancholy:
Is all I see

It isn't true that I was of sound mind when I broke us apart. I was a shipwreck of my
own volition, I think I was insane because I hadn't really understood these myriad
impulses and desires, oh of course I still love you more than ever.

I still love you
I'm afraid
I should have stayed