Try not to visit my last words,
I couldn't think.
I was too hurt.
I sit and wonder for the days,
what would happen if I stayed?
I wasn't pressured in my state,
though I was jealous, my heart was late.
The words expressed were less than true,
I told them wrongly, and all to you.
I did not realize my mistake.
and I was prideless, was still awake.
I know too well what I then said.
I couldn't speak.
My love was dead.