The Bitter Half

I never liked you, remember that; But like an miser, I clung to my faults. If we didn't jive, I can't blame you, It's I who had difficulties with your idea of love. You were touchy, you were vindictive, you were self-righteous. Yes, you not I, were in love. I know I cannot fault you for not setting me free. Hearts once given aren't retrieved easily. How soon young love becomes a fetter: When you're fast, you can't be free. We've been together for thirteen years; If not the best, you've given me the worst years of your life. I can be heartless, I admit it: It's my way of saving myself from your soft-heartedness. They say a girl becomes a woman at thirty; If so, after some confused rock and roll, show me how you waltz. [From The Serene Flame]