The Weeping Heart

Did I make a mistake or the right choice? Choosing myself over your precious love. I weep and reminisce your gentle voice, Wishing for clear answers sent from above. I was trained to be selfish and immune, when our eyes met the weakness within me grew. Exposed by feelings that flourished too soon, followed by heartache with a knife pushed through. I must admit-- such a gentle you were, bearing the agony caused by the beast. Drowned by confusion, it became a blur, one day you vanished and deceased. You abandoned my sick delicate heart. I'm left in the dark with no light to start.