When you turn away from my loving gaze,
with disgust and contempt in your eyes,
it cuts like a knife.
Deep and true,
the cut may never heal.
Once upon a time, you might have reflected the wonder and awe I saw in you.
But now you possess knives in your glare.
Severing you from me.
Chopping away the memories.
Slicing the feelings you might have once felt,
into little ribbons of hate.
Bleeding ribbons of angry love.
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
-the words of a friend