the love that fills my calloused heart, much like
that dark, empty shell of chocolate on valentine's day,
filled with nothing but that which is considered to be
the best of intentions, a display of my love for you...
...my love for you, selfish - it turns out
to be, for what i thought was best for you
was completely the opposite - it was
the best for me, and so you suffer...
...and so you suffer, and so do i, for my tragic
affection proves its way out of line, without
ever even realizing the mistake in process, only
later, so i truly apologize and ask for your forgiveness...