The Winter Of Love.

There are times .. I want to hurt you so badly.
My face, stony and still, will greet yours - aflood with confusion,
and I will watch the love mix with the betrayal in that solitary tear that you will let fall.
I want you to feel the same pain you inflicted on me. Nay, worse.
And when, I will wear your mask of apathy, toss my head nonchalantly,
and leave.

Only to relent, turn around and rush to reassure you.