Lovely remorse.

I found you my love;

You captured me like I was a butterfly.

You look so sweet and pure, but,

Your intentions were not.

You are true evil; Satan’s work.

I love you but, 

Is losing myself worth it?

I miss you many days, 

But others you wash away with the rain.

Too many tears were counted this time.

So now I am all alone and you refuse to care.

I left you with hopes you would get better, 

But you’re still the same.

Now I am counting the days,

Until I am sane.