Can You Describe The View?

This was a piece that ended up being written out of anger. I had recently gotten into an argument with a wonderful woman that I was talking to. Because, she saw a poem I had written, and deduced that it was obviously not about her. Which I, in all honesty, readily admitted. But, in my defense, the other poem, "The Sharpest Knife" was written in a past tense which was misinterpreted as a present tense. But nonetheless, with the damage being done, and my not knowing what else to do after apologizing, I sat down and wrote this.

"Can You Describe The View?"
2012

I keep thinking to myself
About the way I'm prone to think
And how I've often pushed myself
Far beyond the closest brink
But then those thoughts will often turn
In some form to you
And when they're held in retrospect
I was a fool so tried and true
'Cause I've shared my darkest secrets
Until my soul was bare
And when I took a look around
I could see you weren't there
But let me then pick up my pen
And write some words to those
Who were there before you were
And the thorns will outweigh the rose
Won't they, my dear?
Girl, you once claimed to want a man
Who behaved the way I did
But now I sit and contemplate
About the scars I should've hid
Because that game of show and tell
Just made you condescend
And then you turned to walk away
As you brought this to an end
Although I shared my darkest secrets
Until my soul was bare
And when I took a look around
I could see you weren't there
But let me then pick up my pen
And write some words to those
Who were there before you were
And the thorns will outweigh the rose
Won't they, my dear?
Tell me, won't they, my dear?
Baby, can you describe the view
From that high horse you're on
'Cause all it took was rhyming words
And then our bond was gone
Oh, you said I was at fault
And though I disagreed
I would oft apologize
Hoping I would then be freed
But instead you chose to linger
On mistakes I may have made
Inferring that it was my words
That left your jealousy displayed
But darling, what am I to do
Ignore this little gift I have
As you put your melodrama on
Claiming I tore your heart in half
But how was I to know
That your comfort turned to love
When I was so busy being down
That I couldn't rise above
But you claim you couldn't save
Since you weren't a therapist
And here I filed myself as brave
But I guess my mark was missed
'Cause we were on a path
Upon which I've never tread
And each misstep I made
Was thrown back in my face instead
Like the times I missed your calls
And they went unreturned
You mistook that for a match
That saught to leave the bridges burned
But that was clearly not the case
If you had my point of view
And you've now become so vain
That you'll feel that everything I do
Is some slight to you
Whether blatant or concealed
Ignoring that my care for you
Had become tangible and real
And I had begun to feel
For the first in many years
And how was I repaid
After I shared my deepest fears
I was ostracized at first
But then I was replaced
And I would be lying if I said
It didn't leave an aftertaste
'Cause I shared my darkest secrets
Until my soul was bare
And when I took a look around
I could see you weren't there
But let me then pick up my pen
And write some words to those
Who were there before you were
And the thorns will outweigh the rose
Won't they, my dear?
Tell me, won't they, my dear?
Then you can describe the view
From that high horse you're on
'Cause all you'll have is rhyming words
Now that our bond is gone...