Regarding You

Regarding you, I once felt some regard,
But see you now in a much darker light:
Passionless hate is there, and a fresh blight.
The furniture we sat on has been marred
By our experience, faith grossly tarred
By brushes with each other's life, each slight
A deeper insult. Could we say the night
Is lit by gentle hopes? That would be hard.

I honoured you, but I have changed my taste.
I woke up to this sorrow, in your wake,
Your attitude gave me a stomach ache,
And all your graceful charm has been disgraced.
Regard and trust were nothing but a waste
And every word of kindness a mistake.