I want the wind they say is complex,

always indecent to end the entanglements,

they say see him,

to forget what people put you through.

I want the fear they say is complex to forget the indecent side of him, he put me through.

I loved him...a first true love he was.

Though he broke me like a toothpick that he used only for fun,

instead of holding onto me,

he let me fall over the cliff.

Now I see him, the real him, that he denys in decievement.

I loved you so...and in some way still do,

but you don't deserve me because I never deserved you.