you drove her to a place where she
no longer knew what to believe,
you left her in the corner where
she learned too young to too long grieve

and though she’ll be ok, and you
are not beyond reclaiming,
i feel her hurt in every nerve,
and this is past just blaming —

so if you can, you ought to know:
real enemies are love and pain,
and they will always treat each other
with a merited disdain