You are complex.

Nothing can allow me to understand you,

Not even through the intimacy of sex.

Yet here you are, trying to get through...

But the line is dead.

No solace whatsoever and nothing to be said.

So what is the point of a call?

When you know I am furious, above all?

To cause you pain,

I could never.

Contemplating thoughts of you in between droplets of rain.

And the ties once so strong, now severed.

Resentment is no way to forgive.

And wanting vengeance is no way to live.

Goodbye to a love so sweet,

That heaven must be the only other place we meet.