Schism

I broke his heart:

Now we merely play the part,

Of two destined souls.

Close proximity incites our recoil.

Your noticed presence upon my morning consciousness leapt my cells to rejoice.

Now you're disappointed with your prior choice

The one where falling in love with me

Made you happy.

There is no love to the way we start our day.

You wake and quickly move away.

You've no joy at the sight of my face.

I yearn and plead for your aura, to embrace.

I've learned to open doors on my own,

A skill that makes me feel alone.

Rekindled masochism.

I cannot cope with this schism...