You said I did not give all of me to you.
You were right; I kept some of me in reserve.
The reserve was an island to escape to in the event of separation.
I made the mistake of relenting and giving you all of me.
When the hurt of separation came, it thundered down upon me
With a twisting pain that permeated through my whole being.
I had given up my island of reserve and my parachute to safety.
There was nowhere to escape to; your betrayal cut my soul the core.
A love that knew no bounds was now obliterated
And like fine dust particles from broken glass,
They were blown away by the wind,
Never to be seen again.