The Artful Dodger Of Love

You looked at the pictures as if they were broken.
Those words of love that were never really spoken.
The pieces we picked up as we started to mend.
But like those pictures we both started to bend.

It was a time for us to heal from the pain inflicted.
Caused by the way our relationship was restricted.
Restricted because I could never really talk to you.
But it wasn't because that I didn't ever want to.

There were times I wanted to break out of my shell.
But your honesty made my ego rage a living hell.
I was so entranced by the spell that it caused me.
And try as I did from it I just couldn't break free.

I wasn't raised like you for my life was different.
Your Independence caused me to be indifferent.
All I could think of was that you must have nerve.
Making me turn your words around for me to serve.

I thought I was such a clever artful dodger, mate.
But all I caused you was more pain and hate.
I couldn't see your honesty making us equal.
All I could do is leave you hoping for no sequel.