As I sit firm and while away the hours,
Within my dark and isolated sphere.
My thoughts bloom slow like sad, forgotten flowers.
No lightbulbs light, no brilliant flash draws near.

I always thought my mind a source of pride,
Intelligence and rationality.
The things I felt, they were just things to hide
away, not part of my reality.

And then came you. And then my head was flipped.
You saw me as nobody had before.
Profoundly understood, my walls were stripped,
Until a tender man the mirror saw.
My love, the best of me you do evoke,
But, love, I can’t forget the man you broke.