My Girl

My girl,
your damage was delivered
quite some time ago.

What promise
did impinge on you
and cause your blood to flow?

I swear
I did not deliver
the blow that took you down.

Not me
I venture sullenly
I try not to make you frown.

The poignancy
is all you have
your game has gotten small.

The sharpness
you hold closely
keeps you from it all.

Volatility
does not become you,
yet you wear it proud.

Careful dear
on those broken promises.
They'll have you in a shroud.