But her fountain had been polluted

by streams of hate.

This could have been paradise

but I spend my days in regret

grieving the day our paths crossed.

He could have been my prince charming

but his words are arrows darting my heart,

wounding my pride.

She could have been the only one

but she hurts me with her broken pieces.

We burned all the bridges we’ve built

and our home became desolate.