How could I believe all the lies she wrote?

How could I avoid all the things she said?

Read it hundreds of times, that cursed note

My heart now cries, its tears a bloodshot red

These eyes do sting with tears I cannot cry

Love is dead and Hate has filled its place

Look to the skies above and ask God, "Why?"

Filling with rage, dreaming of her fair face

I ask if I had rushed and could not wait

She said she was in love but not ready

I tricked myself to thinking it was fate.

And now my mind and thoughts are unsteady

Yet I cannot say she is to blame

I still love her fair face and blessed name