I broke your heart, a recited creed.
In two, then shattered it with words,
split it asunder with deeds
till all that was left was dust.
Blowing away in the breeze.
Nothing left, just ache instead
eclipsed by hurtful images
wandering around inside your head.
Probably worse that the actual facts,
but still our love, in pieces, dead.
Again, I am the one to blame,
the one who transgressed
who bears the shame.
Destroying love and purity,
crying and mewling in despondent refrain.