Roses are red.
Violets are Blue.
So why the fuck do I love you?

The girl I knew.

I once knew a girl, a beautiful young girl, who would sit with me and talk for hours on in. I loved this girl, but I was too old, too hard, too angry, and so one day she came to sit with me, and I was gone. I left with not a word of good bye, nor an explanation as to why. In my place vultures came to pick at what was left, all bearing my name in friendship. I knew this, and still I did not turn from my path. I left the young girl whom I loved to my own devices.
I walked my own trail until I forgot that I loved her. I closed my heart, and kept moving forward while the girl I left was mislead by the vultures and preyed upon by the unworthy, the unremorseful, and the deviant. Taken advantage of by twisted men who wanted to control her mind, posses her flesh, corrupt her faith, and destroy her soul. These things I heard of, and yet I did not turn back, I left her to the devices of the wicked.
I followed my path, and Promises I made faded from my mind. The now young beautiful woman became full of herself, rejected her faith, and took on the deviants, and wretched herself. She turned from her own path, and looked into the eye of the vulture. Slowly the wicked ways became her ways. Young, beautiful, and strong, she wondered from her path ever deeper into the darkness. I heard these tales, and left her to her own devices.
As I followed my own road, she faded from memory. I thought no more of her for many years. In those years the woman looked upon herself and saw the wounds from which she had sustained from the wicked. She turned from that path, distrustful, hard, and wary of all man. Filled with contempt, and self loathing she sought to find her way back.
After I found the end of my path I returned to the spot where I had known the young girl. It was not long and she showed up, proclaiming she had never left. As I stood there and recalled the love I had had, I uttered apologizes for leaving. She smiled, and embraced me, pulling me close. She embraced me, giving me comfort with her words, and pleasure with her flesh. Knowing only the girl I had left behind I dropped my armor and welcomed her with all I had. Noticing too late the knife as it plunged into my chest.
She is gone now, asking me only one question as she left.
Why did I leave her?
I wonder that myself.