My heart was held by one before but a sad awakening was to come, i found that love was hurtful and could even make me cry, After weeks of reconciling my theories, you slithered into life, your hands took hold of what was left and molded it back in time, For some reason i sought to thankyou, with the mutual return of reshapement, but platonicly it would end, and the truth gave us contentment, The reality of love is frail, in time resentment can grow, in my palm i hide appreciation, in my mind i despise my thoughts, you have infested the images of love, My contaminated romance.