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
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And suddenly, his promise was withdrawn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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