You crushed my dreams of us, ripped my heart out,
Then called to say,
Your personal struggles outweighed our love's needs.
Your emotional battles took centre stage,
Stole the spot light.

What happened doesn't mean much," you claimed,
"A minor issue, compared to my shame."
Yet, my heart still ached for you, I cared,
And wanted to see you through,

To heal and repair.
In your eyes, I saw a deeper hurt,
And longed to soothe your troubled heart.
To make you feel.

"Everything would be fine", you promised.
But turned to push away the minute our call ended.
No chance to support, to hold, to mend,
You didn't only reject me, but our love too.