Your renegade heart, so darkly pure Once scarred by light found insecure Our momentum of romanced waves converged Drowning all foundations of reserve But my faint mount failed to keep pace Across your tangled steeplechase When every question was a crime Smug sneers met any need of mine Callowness furled in fickle curls How you despised the unrepentant world! Yet, I thank you for this cruel clarity For if you are the villain, the hero is me So I flew on wings shed of regret With a strength you'd like me to forget Now, my second-hand heart, though incomplete Even ragged, tattered and stitched - still beats. 8/05/20