Shattered Love Poem by wallace eaton

I can remember nights when I saw your pain, even when you tried to camofluage them I still traced each one through the rain couldn't see or never understood I was the blame. A woman is someone who should receive soft kisses across the outer layers of her skin.Never treated like a sex toy, but a friend.Never question where shes going or where shes been. But, I never thought pass my own selfish greed, always complain about your wants and never saw your needs, cell phone, voice mails.I heard your pleased.How could I not understand it was cause of me. Pride sheltered my ability to be a man, late night beach walks across the midnight sand.Truly I never had a plan, or took the time to understand. So forgive me for each teardropp I've forced down your face, at times I just lost my place.Now I'll do whatever it takes, hoping that somehow, I'm not to late. Now that my only escape is through mental memories of your tender touch.I realize that I miss you so much, I guess you can say I feel it in my gut, like a broken heart or a deep skin cut. I've shattered our love in more ways then one, leaving my sight blurry like a eclipse cross the sun.What ever damage is here has already been done, finally realizing you're second to none.