At the Altar of Love

I wish I hadn't hurt her.

                                       At the Altar of Love

If I could have
half a heart
for every ounce
of regret
for the times
I wounded you,
my love
would pour
unceasingly between
you and me.

I can see you
at the altar
of our souls
by malice
and contempt
while we ingest
our reasons
for loving
one another.

Now I see
for every scar
that made
you cry
from afar
my heart
does bend
until I see
our worlds
together come
to an end.

The End

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