In love’s bell curve
We were outliers
Strong and superlative
Or so I thought
In a way, I was right
But in the wrong direction
As a sword in the shape
Of a self-fulfilling prophecy
Severs the silver cords
That bound us together
So focused was I on the double edge
I didn’t realize you wielded it
With iron fist
In velvet glove
More concerned with being right
Than with being loved