you are the bewitching sliver i’ll cherish
unforgotten, shining bright
to this day i think of you
i never tossed your boots aside
as my feet remained planted at your gate
but you asked me to leave and shut the door
as the rain poured over my heart
it cracked a little and then a lot
but i had to be brave and forgiving
your hand has burnt too many times
you have sunk up to your knees
your heart was beating very weak
your mind the chaos it released
the sliver of my love that pained you so
it scathed you more than healed the wounds
abridged and unattached
it was easier to be a foe
you said it yourself

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad