There I stood, blinded by your words.
All I saw was you, my roads lost.
Hoodwinked, cajoled, lied to, abandoned,
you are cruel.
I have lost you, me, my sense of reality,
judgment, and self-reflection.
All I could do was curse fate,
you are cruel.
In truth, I try to move away, I sever my ties.
Your constant presence, your compassion,
your many witnesses, and even my better judgment
tell me, "you are cruel"
After all these years, at the cross-road of destiny,
I have been asked to revisit the memory,
I look the way I treated my doe-eyed self,
I speak to myself, you are cruel
In my newfound clarity,
if I am to recommend you,
when I speak my truth, it will echo
YOU ARE CRUEL
