Love, at its worst
In your tear stained, tear filled eyes
In your wavering, quivering small voice
In your entire abandonment of hope
Love, which had tore into you
Without disguise, or mask
Without certainty, or promise
Without regard for pain
And now here you are
With your love being unrequited
With barriers drawn, yet
With doors left ever so slight ajar
Daring you to repeat yourself
Encouraging you to repeat the performance
In this way he shows his weakness
In this way he shows his love, at its worst
