Three things that occurred to me

 Three things that occurred to me before I lied

to the only person who ever mattered to me.

Before she sat there and just cried and cried;

before that part of my soul just shriveled and died.

before I wished there was any other place to be.

One: I threw it all away like yesterday's trash,

I am a fool as anyone else can obviously see.

Without a moment's hesitation, gone in a flash,

without a thought, spent considering if it was rash;

without a minute lost, I blind myself to being free.

Two; I spoke words that cannot be taken back,

as if she wasn't there, her expression- a plea.

Besides, I hadn't considered tactlessness a knack

besides, I just plowed in to hew and to hack

through her emotions, the ax to her heart, the tree.

Three: The truth hurts more than the words I chose to say

so I lie in order to spare the commentary.

Before, she can argue that there was another way,

before, her eyes can persuade me that I should stay,

before, I lose face, forget my place, to run, to flee.

Three things occurred to me before I tried

to stop hurting the only woman who ever loved me.

Before she got up to leave before my heart died.

Before hope went out like a flame denied,

because, with her, there is no other place I would

rather be.