Reflections of Him

When I see the forgotten words
it makes me wonder
seeing new worlds
why my mind is split asunder
by your torn glance.

It makes me week to think what I missed
while I chased your smile away.
I bade ye stay here to preserve mine
and keep these demons at bay.

My honesty left
and so did yourself
and if there be truth
I think I may lose myself
chased by your confusion
I need to nurture this illusion.