Concerning Converted Cynics.

You took my love, of course. But do you realise what else I’ve lost?
All words are dead. Notes strike flat. My mind has paid the cost.
Any tiny link with your heart can start a chain reaction
Fantasy, fact and fiction, well-written novels of every faction
Once my comfort; now the things I loved have come to slay me
And words I breathlessly worshipped turn rogue, turn rotten, betray me.

I’ll admit, I had the audacity to add us to the list of great lovers
To hold our romance up and to compare it with all others
Call me a fool, if you will. We never felt anything but right.
But we were all motes and dust and air, in the burn of the morning light.
Darling, darling! How can this be? Don’t leave in such a hurry!
If you don’t like my heart, I’ll find another one. Oh love, I’m sorry!

Love on the rocks. Somehow I felt those rocks were strong enough
To cling to when the sun went down and the waves were hollow and rough
If I could exorcise my head of you; be no longer possessed
Yes, I’ll concede it – I’m consumed, engulfed, enveloped, obsessed.
(She will confess herself befouled with Hell! Oh, hear it, hear it!)
But I keep that black allegiance yet; I cannot send out your spirit.

Maybe this is for the best; after all, we never kissed
And perhaps you saw things in my soul that could not ever exist
But I can’t shake off the feeling that this is inherently wrong
That one day two more lovestruck teens will listen to our song.
Still, I meant every word I ever wrote. I haven’t been telling you lies.
But sometimes in order to open our hearts, we have to close our eyes.

Sometimes I think you're a goddess here to punish me for breathing
Or maybe we're just very small - our hearts are only teething
We're only young. We don't know very much about forever.
We learnt how to fall in love from books. We're cynics, darling - too clever.
Oh, we weren’t the first to feel this way, and we certainly won’t be the last
And though we won’t be part of history; now we are a thing of the past.