You decided the end of our story before we could write it

Robbing us of a maybe, stealing our possibility

Opting out of responsibility

My love has chosen a misfit

You wrote our entire album before a tune was hummed,

Playing with my heart like a melody

Ambitiously lacking in fidelity 

My love has been strummed

You painted a picture before an image even formed

Ripped through my defences like paper 

I breathed you in like vapor

As your words left me in a storm 

An artist without creativity,

Has my heart in captivity 

An artist without sensitivity

Has underestimated my vulnerability