Whatever
became of the boy
I wanted to love
That I did love
For longer than
he ever deserved.
When he courted
me to change
I strove to be
what he saw in me
Though I learned
too late
That the Me he
saw
Was a flawed
vision
An astigmatism
of his mind.
How warped
Was my view of
him?
I saw the same,
sweet faced boy
Several years
past his innocence
Well into his
cynicism
Amid his newly
honed passive/aggressive
Demeanor
More like a mis-demeanor.
He broke my heart
in places
Where he'd planted
seeds of trust
Hope sprung from
me where none had lived before
And suddenly,
his promise was withdrawn
Making sure nobody
could plant in that garden
Ever again.
(C) Susan Mason,
2001
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