Brush of Pain

I wanted you to hold out for me
to fight for me
to long, like I have longed
Instead we fell
Broken acts
Shattered hearts
Forgotten dreams
Walking away from you
God knows I betrayed you
Believe me, I too, am aware
of the damage I've wrought
A woman's heart
is a jealous, indignant heart
that leads to a wounded pride
We were each others demise
I was yours
And you were mine
What a cruel hand we were dealt by fate
I can't change the stars
My melancholy friend
I can only write the songs
of their fallen friends
If I could only speak
these words out right to you
I truly believe that would do more for you
than my written words
could ever dream to do
If I was only able to
spill the intentions of my weary heart

--Sarah C. Portner